*****, Don't Kill My Vibe (Remix)歌词-Kendrick Lamar / Jay-Z
B**ch, Don't Kill My Vibe (fea
Kendrick Lamar;Jay-Z
B**ch, Don't Kill My Vibe (fea
B**ch, Don't Kill My Vibe (Remix|Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar/Jay-Z
I am a sinner
Who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music
I will share it but today I'm yelling
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
Look inside my soul
And you can find gold and maybe get rich
Hold up – Trinidad James in four weeks
But now my album platinum and sh*t so what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than another statistic my ni**a
This is courtesy of Compton
Brooklyn go hard motherf**ker
Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
Dominicans wish I was born there
I'm lookin' to be the god emcee
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I'm f**kin' this industry hard
I'm back at this money
Tea bagging your honey
You thought I was fresh out the yard
Don't cry to me dummy you're lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait "
Go get me a knife you're lookin' like steak
And when the stakes are high
I stakeout for days
And when the water resides
You'll probably lose shape
We ain't thirsty ni**a never alert me ni**a
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me ni**a this is a burpee
Lyrical exercise – right now
Homie I'm in an extra vibe
Pipe down on the curb
When you heard that I got these words
To the upper echelon that's extra long
I am a sinner
Who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me
Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink I got my music
I will share it but today I'm yelling
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
B**ch don't kill my vibe
Up in the clouds – me and my spouse
Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud
Please turn them shits down
Can't hear myself think
Turbulence sh*t almost spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Runnin' through that b**ch like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherf**kers all I do is ball
No I don't 'member you I don't intend to
Empty my memory bank
It's a million dollars in it baby Hilary Swank
Next to Hilary smellin' like dank
Presidental pardon
Name one ni**a out there harder than him
I'll wait
I've been in my wave like 20 years straight
I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight
Don't f**k up my high f**k up my high
Nights like this I could f**k up a pie
And still be straight
Fall back b**ch I got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath
I don't know how many moons a ni**a got left
Back to this joint smokin'
This sh*t like I'm tryna' prove a point
I'm the highest the highest title numero uno
Kill my vibe that's your motherf**kin' funeral
Between you and me
Turn eulogy to urinals
Niggas pissed off
I'll end this lil' diss sh*t unleashing my fart
Leader of the new school
On my toes like a ballerina
Who knew I'd be Black Swan
World in my palms
Ironically I am the Globe Trotter's best
Cause I didn't drop the ball
Told niggas when I was 16
That I'd write a 16
To put a ni**a right on the big screen
In a Paddy Wagon with 16
Should have been in the pen
But now my pen writin' with ****
I heal niggas touch down with more fiends
I kill niggas audio crack
Khakis to meal tickets
Cardio lap – was runnin' for dear life
But now I'm runnin' the map
Picture little old me givin' a f**k from
What a f**k ni**a's got to say
Ni**a you'll never be Jay never be Nas
Never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas
Or in a Suburban
Puff Daddy wasn't your favourite
So many washed up with detergent
But I don't dry tears
I just aim at them on purpose like "BLAP "
Empty fourteen like "BLAP "
Empty out another magazine like "BLAP "
Let a young ni**a get by
I kill them all when they tryna kill my vibe
I am the bad the good guy
The last the 'hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shyn's a black Beatle
I need a 10-second drum solo
B**ch see you at Woodstock
