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change the vibe - trina lyrics

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[intro]
stick it in the oxhole, baby!
a-audio!

[hook]
i’m bout to change the vibe on these b-tches (change the vibe!)
i can’t even vibe with you b-tches (yeah, i’m done!)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)
i’m bout to change the vibe on these b-tches (change the vibe!)
i can’t even vibe with you b-tches (yeah, i’m done!)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)

[verse 1]
it’s a m-th-f-ckin’ vibe on my m-th-f-ckin’ job
i f-ck sh-t up then i leave, do it all the m-th-f-ckin’ time
i ain’t lyin’, so exotic, been a bad b-tch, now i’m wildin’
how you gon’ style a stylist, i vacation on a island!
i got a lot, but i want more, bring sh-t to ya front door
these rap b-tches is b-tt-soft, in the cut like a band-aid, [?] off
veggie egg rolls with the duck sauce, wood wheel [?] guts raw
so f-ck off or get dumped on, n-gg-s die every day when they stunt wrong
i’m b-b-b-b-ballin’, your n-gg- keep on callin’
i made him take me shoppin’, love to splurge at neiman marcus
i ain’t trippin’, i ain’t trippin’, you should really pay attention
all you gotta do is listen, i be schoolin’ like tuition
b-tch, i’m gifted!

[hook]
i’m bout to change the vibe on these b-tches (change the vibe!)
i can’t even vibe with you b-tches (yeah, i’m done!)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)
i’m bout to change the vibe on these b-tches (change the vibe!)
i can’t even vibe with you b-tches (yeah, i’m done!)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)
i’m on some other sh-t, can you feel me? (can you feel me?)

[verse 2]
i’m runnin’ up a band, takin’ pictures wit yo man
tellin’ people we just friends, love to do it for the ‘gram!
f-ck you sayin’? i ain’t playin’, you b-tches better start prayin’
they know that i’m amazing, you b-tches just give me basic
i’m countin’ them big faces, i got the vision on lasik
i’m riding with jamaicans, got it locked just like my haitians
i run sh-t, so just face it, i got cl-ss and, b-tch, you tasteless
if life is what you make it, wanted smoke and caught the vapors!
money, money, money, stack-stackin’ to the ceiling
i’m a f-ckin’ rockstarr and all my n-gg-s winners
sew it up, catch me ridin’ with the pump, i be slidin’
in that dunk, so you hoes should know what’s up
f-ck is up, b-tch?

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