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Don't Kill My Vibe Lyrics

Game Don't Kill My Vibe
Bitch, don’t kill my vibe – nigga, don’t blow my high

Wake up in a Bugatti but I’m in a Maserati when I’m on the 405

I’m king of the motherfuckin’ Westside

Two dubs up when the TEKs fly

“Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla!”

Turn a 600 to an S5

Compton made me direct this ending

Like my little nigga Kendrick, props to Jay-Z

Got a Rocky pendant and a drop Mercedes

I’ll been gone ’til November but I’m not from Haiti

I’m a C-O-M-P-T-O-N, N-I

Double G A like a young D-Wade

Brought my city a championship by myself

And niggas think I’m doin’ this shit for my health

I am, don’t make me go HAM, 4-5

Go blam, I was just protecting my wealth

Matte black Bentley, all-black pennies

Black Tom Ford shades, I’m ’bout to go stealth

All black everything…

Trap Wesley Snipes inside Tiffany’s wedding ring

Nigga, never get out…

I’m constipated, just tryna get my shit out

False alarm, I can’t do #2

Pee on you peons for eons and eons

Used to intercept niggas, rock like Deion

Sellin’ white packs out my grandmama’s Neon

Ask my nigga Breon…

I played ‘Pac’s brother in this classic movie

No relationship to Leon…

When I spit for Dre I had a nigga forehead like a nigga was a klingon

No album out, I’m on 106 like a nigga put Free on

Any beat that I breathe on or be on, I be gone

I brawl like I’m out in Maryland, Georgetown, Michigan

Florida, watch a nigga get his UNC on

Baby Jordans for my baby daughter

No Harold Miner, can I get my USC on?

Eight cars in my driveway, sideways

Horsepower make the Lamborghini fly away

I am the shit when I step out the Six

And I step at your bitch in my brand new kicks

…you bitch… don’t act brand new

‘Cause you suck on my dick when you walk in my crib

Airplane mode, won’t be no duck lips next to Van Gogh

Dance with the devil, I learned to tango

“S” on the metal, I wrapped the Range Rove

Ride to my limits inside the Infinite

God is my witness, I’ve got the roof in it

Designed to go win it

Mismatched rims on the motherfuckin’ Phantom

Nigga, nigga on God, I’mma spend it

Compton… Westside, and I’m riding with Kendrick

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 yelling

Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe

Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe

You ain’t heard a chorus like this in a long time

Don’t you see that long line

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