Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (Explicit)
Kendrick Lamar, Jay-Z"Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Kendrick Lamar, Jay-Z, 2013, Pop. Der Song dauert 4:03, 132 lines / 830 words.
Songtext
0:00B**ch, Don't Kill My Vibe (Remix|Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar/Jay-Z
0:16I am a sinner
0:18Who's probably gonna sin again
0:21Lord forgive me
0:24Lord forgive me
0:26Things I don't understand
0:28Sometimes I need to be alone
0:33B**ch don't kill my vibe
0:34B**ch don't kill my vibe
0:36I can feel your energy from two planets away
0:39I got my drink I got my music
0:41I will share it but today I'm yelling
0:43B**ch don't kill my vibe
0:45B**ch don't kill my vibe
0:47B**ch don't kill my vibe
0:48B**ch don't kill my vibe
0:50Look inside my soul
0:52And you can find gold and maybe get rich
0:53Hold up – Trinidad James in four weeks
0:55But now my album platinum and sh*t so what
0:58Y'all keep the numbers
0:59I'm more than another statistic my ni**a
1:01This is courtesy of Compton
1:03Brooklyn go hard motherf**ker
1:05Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
1:06Dominicans wish I was born there
1:08I'm lookin' to be the god emcee
1:10You look at my hat and see thorns there
1:12I look at the game and see porn there
1:14I'm f**kin' this industry hard
1:15I'm back at this money
1:16Tea bagging your honey
1:17You thought I was fresh out the yard
1:19Don't cry to me dummy you're lightweight
1:21They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait "
1:22Go get me a knife you're lookin' like steak
1:24And when the stakes are high
1:25I stakeout for days
1:26And when the water resides
1:27You'll probably lose shape
1:28We ain't thirsty ni**a never alert me ni**a
1:30I got a P89 in a suitcase
1:31I know you heard me ni**a this is a burpee
1:33Lyrical exercise – right now
1:35Homie I'm in an extra vibe
1:36Pipe down on the curb
1:37When you heard that I got these words
1:38To the upper echelon that's extra long
1:42I am a sinner
1:44Who's probably gonna sin again
1:47Lord forgive me
1:50Lord forgive me
1:52Things I don't understand
1:54Sometimes I need to be alone
1:59B**ch don't kill my vibe
2:00B**ch don't kill my vibe
2:02I can feel your energy from two planets away
2:05I got my drink I got my music
2:07I will share it but today I'm yelling
2:09B**ch don't kill my vibe
2:11B**ch don't kill my vibe
2:13B**ch don't kill my vibe
2:15B**ch don't kill my vibe
2:17Up in the clouds – me and my spouse
2:20Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud
2:21Please turn them shits down
2:24Can't hear myself think
2:25Turbulence sh*t almost spilled my drink
2:27In the White House with a mink
2:28Runnin' through that b**ch like it's my house
2:29All up in the hall like a mall
2:31Told you motherf**kers all I do is ball
2:33No I don't 'member you I don't intend to
2:34Empty my memory bank
2:35It's a million dollars in it baby Hilary Swank
2:38Next to Hilary smellin' like dank
2:39Presidental pardon
2:40Name one ni**a out there harder than him
2:42I'll wait
2:45I've been in my wave like 20 years straight
2:47I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight
2:49Don't f**k up my high f**k up my high
2:51Nights like this I could f**k up a pie
2:52And still be straight
2:54Fall back b**ch I got a lot on my plate
2:56Don't waste my breath
2:58I don't know how many moons a ni**a got left
3:00Back to this joint smokin'
3:01This sh*t like I'm tryna' prove a point
3:03I'm the highest the highest title numero uno
3:05Kill my vibe that's your motherf**kin' funeral
3:08Between you and me
3:09Turn eulogy to urinals
3:10Niggas pissed off
3:12I'll end this lil' diss sh*t unleashing my fart
3:14Leader of the new school
3:15On my toes like a ballerina
3:16Who knew I'd be Black Swan
3:17World in my palms
3:18Ironically I am the Globe Trotter's best
3:20Cause I didn't drop the ball
3:21Told niggas when I was 16
3:22That I'd write a 16
3:23To put a ni**a right on the big screen
3:25In a Paddy Wagon with 16
3:26Should have been in the pen
3:27But now my pen writin' with ****
3:28I heal niggas touch down with more fiends
3:30I kill niggas audio crack
3:31Khakis to meal tickets
3:32Cardio lap – was runnin' for dear life
3:34But now I'm runnin' the map
3:36Picture little old me givin' a f**k from
3:37What a f**k ni**a's got to say
3:39Ni**a you'll never be Jay never be Nas
3:41Never be Snoop nor Dre
3:42You ain't get killed in Vegas
3:43Or in a Suburban
3:44Puff Daddy wasn't your favourite
3:46So many washed up with detergent
3:47But I don't dry tears
3:48I just aim at them on purpose like "BLAP "
3:50Empty fourteen like "BLAP "
3:51Empty out another magazine like "BLAP "
3:53Let a young ni**a get by
3:54I kill them all when they tryna kill my vibe
3:56I am the bad the good guy
3:57The last the 'hood got
3:58The last that would try to pass a good job
4:00If Shyn's a black Beatle
4:01I need a 10-second drum solo
4:03B**ch see you at Woodstock
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
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