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Aitch – Vibsing Lyrics


[Intro]
Boom (Vibsin’)
Ya get me? (Studio sessions)
Hold tight all the mandem
Positive vibes only this year, ya get me?
Yo

[Verse 1]
I just stepped to the gal, like “Yo, what’s good?”
Big back, brownin’, wants all this wood
Lookin’ to link when she got in the club
But we couldn’t get in cah they said “No hoods”
f*ck it, back to the ends for a shubz
Have you seen how I ride on the beat? It’s f*cked
Still doing bits, still f*cking it up
Come through, gyaldem are still looking at us (Yeah)
I’m just duppyin’ dubs
Can’t talk shit on the mic cah A-I switch on the mic
I’m shutting him up
Man just rip up the mic
Bare fans dem are feeling the vibe, I’m loving the love
Big up the DJs pulling it up
I’ll teach one about vibes and energies
Just listen up and study the book
RB said “Shall we make another?’
I said “Dun know G, we’ll lace it brudda”
I swear, MC’s better start taking cover
And if he wants lyrical war, I’ll (Huh?)
Blaze another, you can take one L then take another
When I’m with my donny, his phone don’t stop
Why the f*ck do you think that he says that the haze is pukka?

[Chorus]
Oi, positive vibes
I only f*ck with the positive guys
Negative energies got man nowhere
Only the positive rise
Like, like positive vibes
I only f*ck with the positive guys
Negative energies got man nowhere
Only the positive rise

[Verse 2]
It’s 2018, please open your eyes
I don’t wanna hear ’bout “White boy can’t spit” (No)
Build up a team and choose your top five
I’ll jump on the mic and they’ll all get ripped
Man’s a machine when it’s time to rhyme
Yo, last years haters are calling me sick (True)
Man come clean when I chat to the gyal
But all of their boyfriends call me a prick
Oh shit, quick time, jump in the whip
With a bitch, get dipped, when she’s done
That’s it, I’ve dipped, ripping the shit outta ‘dis
And I’m riffing the riddim with Pips

Got the sickest of lyrics and shit
Don’t make me get silly with it, watch how I’m delivering it
Do more than kill it a bit, go old school
Aitch, man, bap, bap, drill it with it, ahh
I just vibe on the beat and man still rate it
White boy merking the ting, just face it
Man say “Safe” cah they think I’ll make it
But they weren’t there when I weren’t on the playlist (Ahh)
Now they wanna chat cah they see me on stages
Shut down places on places
Everyting mad now a man’s got ratings
Still don’t care for the man that are hating, blaow

[Chorus]
Oi, positive vibes
I only f*ck with the positive guys
Negative energies got man nowhere
Only the positive rise
Like, like positive vibes
I only f*ck with the positive guys
Negative energies got man nowhere
Only the positive rise

[Verse 3]
I make other man’s sets get cut
Cah the crowds all asking for me when a man’s on stage (Yeah)
f*ck it up, get cake
Everyting blessed, buy a drink, get waved (Mad)
Ay, nuff man are like “Brap”, bare gal are like
“Aitch, I love the way that you mash up the stage”
Yeah, bless, safe
Aitch is back with that back to back
Flip back like an acrobat type of flow
I attack a track like “Ra-ta-ta-tat”
Quickly pack my bag when it’s wrapped and go
So, back up, relax, just shack up the track
Go stack up a rack, can’t splash all your dough
Graft for a gaff, spent bags on that
Then watch how the piece then blow
When the bitch get sold

[Interlude]
Are you mad? Positive vibes only this year, ya get me?
Big up A1 in the studio, big up WhYJay in the studio
All my brothers, you get me?
Miss me with all this negative shit, boom

[Chorus]
Oi, positive vibes
I only f*ck with the positive guys
Negative energies got man nowhere
Only the positive rise
Like, like positive vibes
I only f*ck with the positive guys
Negative energies got man nowhere
Only the positive rise


Montana of 300 feat. Jalyn Sanders & No Fatigue – Stylin’ Lyrics


(Chorus – Jalyn Sanders)
She ride it like a stallion
When I hit it I be styling
That money keep calling its piling
Pop bands baby I don’t call it
Killing the ref don’t get T’d up
When we touch down better ease up
No tricking just stacking that cheese up
No falling, i’m balling no ring
And it’s no denying
I flex without trying
Your bi**h keep eyeing me
I’m sick like a virus
I’m fly like a pilot
I can not hide it

(Verse 1 – Jalyn Sanders)
Can’t you just tell I stay glo’d, yea
She wanna give me knowledge like an old head
Girl, i’m gone rock it like i’m harden
Stay fly like an attendant
See my team winning, no losing, no benching
I’m never….not to f**king mention
Got….waiting on me in Canada
Wanna kiss on my chest because i’m tatted up
It’s two of them yea one of me
Don’t matter let’s add it up
I got them killers right beside me
So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee
So if you try, yeah
Everybody dies, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – No Fatigue)
When I’m flexing man I drip
Mj this is it
That black tooly be my bi**h
Tuck her like i’m Chris
I’m gonna f**k her like i’m pissed
Keep her no assist
In her water like I slipped
I swim like a fish
Not a hairdresser but I’m stylin
Your bi**h hitting on me yeah she fouling
Got a box up like an island
Where you can’t see it like violet
Trying to run it up like a RB
Clip hold a lot like a RV
Shawty talking bout she wanna stay the night
Need it in the morning like coffee
I rap and I ball like I’m Lillard
These ni**as be all in they feelings
You say that you ball you just scrimmage
You do all that for an image
Ice cold yeah that’s for ages
Gotta ni**a feeling like I’m ageless
My flexing come in different stages
I be turning bitches like pages

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Montana of 300)
When I slide on these squares these bi**hes break they necks
Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess
Before we f**king she s**king D Generation X
My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex
I got bi**hes up in Dallas
I be styling like a stylist
Robin Jeans full of thousands
Dripping dressing like a salad
I laid her down like a pallet
Doggy style it got me growling
She moan I love the way she sounding
She can’t take it throw the towel in
Now when she see me she be smiling
Her ni**a hating like he Calvin
But I done snuck the 40 cal in
No ref I’m blowing if they fouling
When we touch down bi**h it’s wings up
I got chips I could slide like a Visa
Sometimes I go slow then I speed up
No cuffs but your bi**hes just got D’d up

(Repeat Chorus)