Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe (remix) lyrics

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KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics : "Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe (remix)"

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...
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yellin
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my VIBE, bitch don't kill my vibe

[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, look inside of my soul
and you can find gold and maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks
but now my album platinum and shit? So what
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than another statistic, my nigga
This courtesy of Compton (courtesy of Compton)
Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
Love me on the east like I'm Chuck D
Dominicans wish that I was born there
I'm lookin to be the God MC
You look at my hat and see thorns there
I look at the game and see porn there
I'm fuckin this industry hard
I'm baggin this money, tea-baggin your honey
You'd 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 stake out for days
And where the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
But we ain't thirsty nigga, never alert me nigga
I got a P89 in a suitcase
I know you heard me nigga, this is a burpee nigga
Lyrical exercise
Right now homie, I'm in extra vibe
Pipe down on the curve when you heard that I got these words
To the upper echelon, that's excell-ant


Up in the clouds, me and my spouse...
Rumors on the ground gettin too loud
Please turn them shits down (down, DOWN...)
Can't hear myself think..
Turbulence, shit, I almost spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Runnin through that bitch like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherfuckers, all I do is BALL
No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to empty my, mem-ory, bank
It's a +Million Dollars+ in it, +Baby+, Hilary Swank
Sittin next to Hilary smellin like dank
Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
I'll WAIT... {*echoes*} ...
I've been in my wave like twenty years straight
I've been on my vibe like twenty years straight
Don't fuck up my high~! Fuck up my high~!
Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
And still be skraight (still be skraight)
Fall back bitch, I got a lot on my plate
Don't waste my breath...
I don't know how many moons a nigga got left
Back to this joint...{*inhales*}
Smokin this shit like I'm tryna prove a point
I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
Kill my, vibe, that's your motherfuckin funeral {*laughs*}

[Kendrick Lamar]
...Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggaz pissed off..
I'm in this lil' 'dition shit, envision my fort
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 Globetrotters' best cause I didn't drop the ball
Told niggaz when I was 16 that I'd write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with 16
Should have been in the pen but now my pen writing with morphine
I heal niggaz, touch down with more fiends
I kill niggaz, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
Cardio lap, was runnin for dear life but now I'm runnin the map
Bitch, I'm here NIGGA~!
Picture little old me givin a fuck from what a fuck nigga gotta say
Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas or hit a Suburban
Nigga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite
So many washed up with detergent
But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
Like BLAP! Mini-14 like BLAP!
Empty out another magazine like BLAP!
Hit a young nigga, get BACK! (DOO!)
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my VIBE! (DOO! DOO!)
I am the bad, the good God, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a ten second drum solo
Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!

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Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Mark Anthony Spears
Copyright: Sony/ATV Allegro, Top Dawg Music, Beat Bully Productions, WB Music Corp., Hard Working Black Folks Inc.
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