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Wish You Well Pt. 2 (It’s A Vibe) - Chillinit
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Wish You Well Pt. 2 (It’s A Vibe) Chillinit

Wish You Well Pt. 2 (It’s A Vibe) - Chillinit
[Intro]
(Party and bullshit) Ayy, put the tops down
(Party and bullshit) Fucking oath
Crank the speakers (It's a vibe, it's a motherfucking vibe)
Call the bitches, it's a party
It's a vibe, it's a vibe, it's a

[Chorus]
It's a motherfucking vibe
Girl, we smoking on the kush
Find me rolling up the George
'Cause you knows I gots the bush
Got me praying to the Lord
Jesus knows I gots the push
Still got J's up in my drawer
I be balling with the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
(Motherfuckin') It's a vibe
Girl, we smoking on the kush
Find me rolling up the George
'Cause you knows I gots the bush
Got me praying to the Lord
Jesus knows I gots the push
Still got J's up in my draw
I was balling with the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh

[Verse]
Old hoes see my old money
Now these old hoes wanna fuck around
That’s why the five-oh see my old man
Out in town, he just give 'em run around
He's says "Who? What? When? Where?
I don't care, nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout it"
At the same time I was on a plane
Out in Adelaide, the plane touchin' down
I was back on it with the fly raps
Got my grime back so I’m buzzin' out
That's why I rap zombie, had a five stack
I made times that, I made double now
Everybody's got my IG
And no ID, you know nothing 'bout
What I go through, why I smoke fumes
'Cause I’m Goku when I puff a cloud
Find me chillin' in a lobby (Ayy)
Always chillin' with a thotty (Ayy)
All these women got a body (Ayy)
Make 'em shake it: Ricky Bobby (Nah)
I don't do this for myself (Nah)
I don't do this for myself (Yeah)
Yeah, this shit is for my blood (Yeah)
Yeah, this shit is for my wealth
I don't wanna see my little brothers
Getting little money at these shitty jobs
And my mum and dad are doing runnin' backs
In a smashed van to the ciggie shop
Out here going beast mode
On the East Coast in my Diddy bop
With the good vibes and the bad hoes
And the triple-two and my city rocks
Sixteen with like sixteen caps
Caught with a little pot
Chiddy-chiddy to the bang-bang
You ain't gang-gang, it's my city block
I was puffing weed like it's rugby league
Get you knocked on if I kick it off
Dressed fresh in a red dress
Rock bongs, girl, strip it off
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