Lets Vibe (feat. Pleasure P) - Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg & EST Gee

I still got your picture in the frame Still staring at ya looking in your eyes Still wondering where your are (where you are) And wonder who with i still be hanging at the clubs we use to be at now how Now i swore i saw ya there but it was just and illusion I thought i saw ya there but i couldn't find you no where and I swore i saw ya there but it was and illusion I thought i saw ya there but i couldn't find you no where Then i had a vision from the past When we met at the embassy suite Said i use to stand there (stand there) All the time i go back every now and then Now i swore i saw ya there but it was just and illusion I thought i saw ya there but i couldn't find you no where and I swore i saw ya there but it was and illusion I thought i saw ya there but i couldn't find you no where Is is my mind playing tricks on me My mind is playing tricks on me My mind is playing tricks on me My mind its my mind my mind my mind its My mind is playing tricks on My cause somebody cause somebody put a hex on me My mind is playing tricks on me My mind is playing tricks on me my mind my mind Now i swore i saw ya there but it was just and illusion I thought i saw ya there but i couldn't find you no where and I swore i saw ya there but it was and illusion I thought i saw ya there but i couldn't find you no where

Lay up on my bed your body's leakin' Girl your body's runnin' hot, you're steamin' See you can't get started, throw you to my spot & pop that in so we can get it poppin' You know I can fix you up so let me inspect your body Grab my tools so I can hook you up slow Girl I promise, yeah, that you gone feel something that you never felt before Girl Ima take your shirt off, your skirt off, them heels off Girl you can let your hair down, lay down, get comfortable So I tune you up, oh oh I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic Girl I got Midas touch, yeah And it's free service to fix you up so You up to my sex machine, give me a couple hours you be riding fine that's guaranteed Ima be your baby mechanic when you feeling broken down Ima fix every problem baby & have you riding fine Girl Ima take your shirt off, your skirt off, them heels off Girl you can let your hair down, lay down, get comfortable So I tune you up, oh oh I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic Girl Ima take your shirt off, your skirt off, them heels off Girl you can let your hair down, lay down, get comfortable So I tune you up, oh oh I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic I'm your sex mechanic

I'm tryna talk to you but the music too loud Girl I know a quiet place where we can vibe out I ain't like your ex, you can let your guard down Tell your girls your with a real one, so they can come down Oooh yeah, they can come down They saying I'm the nigga, that's the word around town Oooh yeah that's the word around town If you didn't know before then I bet you know now Baby you got everything that a nigga want I just wanna put you on And I just wanna see you with them Vicky's on Better yet, wear them off Oooh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Oooh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Yeah, I got the car outside if you ready (If you with it) Only if you ready Tell them valet niggas go and get it (Go and get it) Only if you ready (Oh she ready) My driver know that you a freak Duce you to my back seat Pour my drink, roll my weed If you really fuckin' with me Girl throw it back, look back at it If you want a fly n' B thugSex so good now you attached to me Oh, fuck it we do it 69 Baby you got everything that a nigga want I just wanna put you on And I just wanna see you with them Vicky's on Better yet, wear them off Oooh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Oooh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Yeah, I got the car outside if you ready (If you with it) Only if you ready Tell them valet niggas go and get it (Go and get it) Only if you ready (Oh she ready) They say time is money And I ain't spendin' mine On a girl who gon' drink my shit And go home with another nigga Got me fucked up, so don't even try If you're coming and your cutting ain't no need to line I wanna eat it right now, pull 'em to the side But that's only if you get in my ride I know you a freak on the low Let's put on a show For the walls in my bedroom Pickin' all the berries to go Cause we gotta go And that's how bad I want you Oooh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Oooh let's ride out (You got everything that a nigga want) Yeah, I got the car outside if you ready (If you with it) Only if you ready Tell them valet niggas go and get it (Go and get it) Only if you ready (Oh she ready)

Ahem, testing, yeah This goes out to my pretty, pretty girls! (Yeah) Marcus Cooper! Ahahaha! Swag I'ma just get right to it, though! Got a fly fly chick, she don't fly south Real independent girl, take herself out They say good things come when you wait for it But she a bad bad b-, make you late for it Miss officer, put me in them handcuffs She take my shirt off, put put my hands up I pull her hair back, you know she like it rough Love any race, I don't discriminate I like a thick girl with a big booty Small waist, in the face she a cutie I like skinny girls with them A cups Long legs with them little bitty butts Yeah, I like a big girl that can cook like my mama She know the way to a man's heart is through his stomach I like an innocent girl I can turn up I like a free chick already turned up I like them shy and nerdy, a geek in glasses College girls straight A's in the classes I like a flirty, personality A little tease, she always making passes I like them 30 or even older 'Cause there ain't nothing like cougar love Pretty lady I'm a fool for ya I wrote a song about who I love I love girls, I love girls, I love girls so much I think I'm (be honest) Let's be honest, just being honest, just being honest I love girls, I love girls, I love girls so much I think I'm (be honest) Let's be honest, just being honest, just being honest I like a rich chick, spoiled in pay I take a broke chick, that I can upgrade I dig a thugged out broad that can dress up Quick to fight a fight every time I mess up You ain't gotta be a model or a perfect 10 You give me a seven, eight, or nine Even if you a five, shawty bring a friend 'Cause two fives make a dime every time I love them in the independent when they get it on they own A daddy's girl who's still living at home Even if she got a couple of kids, that's cool long as yo' baby daddy know what it is I like them sexy, naughty, know how to party 'Cause ain't nothing like groupie love Little mama I'm a fool for ya I wrote a song about who I love I love girls, I love girls, I love girls so much I think I'm (be honest) Let's be honest, just being honest, just being honest I love girls, girls, girls so much I think I'm (be honest) Let's be honest, just being honest, just being honest I can't lie, love they heels in the summer time Them long legs, super models here's a photo op Do it for theyselves but they know we love to watch Pull the camera out, show me what you got All types and shapes, size and weight Take them all in my palm, put them on the dinner plate Can't pick one, too many in my face, so I I wrote a song about who I love I love girls, sexy, girls, nasty, girls so much I think I'm (be honest) I think I'm let's be honest, just being honest, I'm just being honest I love girls, girls, girls so much I think I'm (be honest) I think I'm let's be honest, just being honest, baby yeah This goes out to my pretty pretty girls If you a pretty pretty girl, pretty pretty girls, all around the world Pretty pretty girls This goes out to my pretty pretty girls If you a pretty pretty girl Ooh

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this