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bitch, don't kill my vibe (megamix) - finny music lyrics

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
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*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!
b*tch, don’t k!ll 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 yelling
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist
i can feel the changes
i can feel a new life, i always knew life can be dangerous
i can say that i like a challenge and you tell me it’s painless
you don’t know what pain is
how can i paint this picture
when the color blind is hangin’ with you?
fell on my face and awoke with a scar
another mistake livin’ deep in my heart
wear it on top of my sleeve in a fl!ck
i can admit that it did look like yours
why you resent every making of this?
tell me your purpose is petty again
but even a small lighter can burn a bridge
even a small lighter can burn a bridge

[refrain: kendrick lamar]
i can feel the changes
i can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
you can see that my city found me
then put me on stages, to me that’s amazin’
to you that’s a quick check
with all disrespect, let me say this

[chorus: emeli sandé & kendrick lamar]
you don’t know what pain is, you just f*ck with famous
i don’t know you, i can tell your energy is dangerous
you don’t know how long it took to finally come alive
so b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe
yeah, i can feel the changes, and i can tell you hating
save your breath i’m sick to death of fake congratulations
you don’t know how much i had to give to come alive
so what, so what?, so b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe
b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe
b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
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 sh*t, so what?
y’all keep the numbers
i’m more than another statistic, my n*gga
this courtesy of compton (courtesy of compton)
brooklyn go hard, motherf*cker
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 th*rns there
i look at the game and see p*rn there
i’m f*ckin’ this industry hard
i’m bagging this money, tea*bagging your honey
you thought i was fresh out the yard
don’t cry to me dummy, you’re a lightweight
they tell me you nice and i’m like “wait”
go get me a knife, you’re looking like steak
and when the stakes are high, i stake out for days
and when the water reside, you’re bobby boucher
but we ain’t thirsty n*gga, never alert me, n*gga
i got a p89 in a suitcase
i know you heard me, n*gga, this is a burpee, n*gga
lyrical exercise, right now, homie, i’m in the extra vibe
pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that i got these words
to the upper echelon, that’s excellent (that’s excellent)

[chorus: lady gaga & kendrick lamar]
i am a human who’s probably gonna fault again
lord forgive me, lord forgive me
things i don’t understand
sometimes i need to be alone
b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b*tch don’t k!ll 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 yelling
b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe
b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe, b*tch don’t k!ll my vibe

[verse 3: jay*z]
up in the clouds, me and my spouse
rumors on the ground gettin’ too loud
please turn them sh*ts down, can’t hear myself think
turbulence, sh*t, almost spilled my drink
in the white house with a mink
running through that b*tch like it’s my house
all up in the hall like a mall
told you motherf*ckers, 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 sw*nk
sittin’ next to hillary smellin’ like dank
presidential pardon, name one n*gga 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*ck up my high, f*ck up my high
nights like this, i could f*ck up a pie
an still be straight (still be straight)
fall back, b*tch, i got a lot on my plate
don’t waste my breath
i don’t know how many moons a n*gga got left
back to this joint, smokin’ this sh*t like i’m tryna’ prove a point
i’m the highest, the highest t*tle, numero uno
k!ll my vibe, that’s your motherf*ckin’ funeral

[verse 4: kendrick lamar]
between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, n*ggas p*ssed off
i ministered this generation by far
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 n*ggas when i was 16
that i’d write a 16 to put a n*gga right on the big screen
in the paddy wagon with six teens
should have been in the pen
but now my pen write with morphine
i heal n*ggas, touch down with more fiends
i k!ll n*ggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket
cardio lap, was running for dear life
but now i’m running the map, b*tch, i’m here n*gga
picture lil’ ole me giving a f*ck for what a f*ck n*gga gotta say
n*gga, you never be jay, never be nas, never be snoop nor dre
you ain’t get k!lled in vegas or in a suburban
n*gga, 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 blah, mini*14 like blah
empty out another magazine like blah
let a young n*gga get by (doot!)
i k!ll ’em all when they try to k!ll my vibe (doot! doot!)
i am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got
the last that would try to p*ss a good job
if shawn’s a black beatle then i need a 10 second drum solo
b*tch see you at woodstock, ah!

[chorus: kendrick lamar & emeli sandé]
i am a sinner who’s probably gonna sin again
lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don’t understand
(maybach music)
sometimes i need to be alone

[verse 5: rick ross]
i’m growing my cheddar, my champagne warm
i had to struggle to make it, i die for my charm
used to call me dyslexic it was a challenge to read
mother held me at night until i finally achieved
sometimes i look in the mirror i can’t believe i’m alive
disrespectful to n*ggas who wanna take me alive
wishing death on you n*ggas we never see eye to eye
some how i pray for you n*ggas at the very same time
see i was raised in the south, you helped your brother to shine
i watched everything change in a blink of an eye
rappers wanna be ballers, ballers wanna be rappers
when the liquor endors*m*nts worth more than your masters
here’s a toast to ciroc, all my boys on the block
i might be drunk on the couch but i’m raisin’ the bar
raisin’ the bar, i’m just raisin’ the bar ugh huh

[verse 6: lil wayne]
b*tch, come k!ll my time, but b*tch don’t steal my shine
i’m cooking up two quarters, bout’ to get rich or die tryin’
i got some k!ller’s on my side, some k!ll up in my swisher
all this hatin’ drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
oh my god it feel like coogi weather
i lost my mind, but i got it back like groovy stella
tell them hoes i got that victoria secret weapon
i hope you live a double life cause you gon’ need an extra
me and my n*ggas we got bad b*tches up in the pool
bad b*tches up in the pool
she gon’ learn tonight, call that sh*t night school
and life is a b*tch on her cycle, delightful
got ho’s on that powder, like light blue
nice move, now king me n*gga
bad*ss b*tch, you seen me with her, we on that
gt vodka, straight out the bottle, genie n*gga
the difference between me and these n*ggas, is
i go hard and they go wrong
she say, “hit it from the back,” i’m tryin’ to leave that crack alone baby
and if she love me, i’mma love her back
who indictin’ all the tough n*ggas?
we smoke that skunk that’s always smellin’ good
but why these snakes tryin’ to tongue kiss us?
way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
sleepin’ with a bad b*tch, wake me up when it’s all over
i’m so tired of these n*gga’s, wake me up when it’s all over
street sweepers and millimeters, ak’s and skateboards
let ’em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
real n*gga to the bone, bristle
cocaine, like co cripple
heard n*ggas been waitin’ on me, well i might as well go and tip ’em
i’m smokin’ on that hulk hogan
i call shots, you call forward
i pimp my ride, my car’s ho*in’
and all my bars be barcoded
these ymcmb stars glowin’
hate a ho*n*gga, like anchovies
my young b*tch keep on snappin’ on me, i told that b*tch i ain’t posing
that p*ssy feel like a pot of gold
the money old and the night is young
all them n*ggas keep talkin’ sh*t
i make you eat your words and bite your tongue
and when the guns ring i’m the ringleader
got those ho’s on pins and needles
i’m so high i left earth
and ran into venus and serena
get head like a mind reader
you washed up, i’m the dry cleaner
don’t worry about me, n*gga i’m one*
hundred like a high fever
got pounds takin’ up closet sp*ce
guns all in my b*tch crib
since all you n*gga’s fly now, bugs all on my windshield

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
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*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll 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 yelling
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!

[outro 1: kendrick lamar]
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!
you ain’t heard the coast like this in a long time
don’t you see that long line?
and they waiting on kendrick like the first and the fifteenth
threes in the air, i can see you are in sync
hide your feelings, hide your feelings
now what you better do
i’ll take your girlfriend and put that p*ssy on a pedestal
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!
walk out the door and they scream it’s alive
my new year’s resolution is to stop all the pollution
talk too motherf*ckin’ much, i got my drink, i got my music
i say b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!
b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe! b*tch, don’t k!ll my vibe!

[outro 2]
ayy, k*dot, get in the car, n*gga!
come on, we finna roll out!
n*gga, i got a pack of blacks and a beat cd
get yo’ freestyles ready!

- finny music lyrics

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