BOBBY CREEKWATER - Vibe Killer lyrics

rate me

God, I wonder why niggas still chasing this dream

But it’s been so long, I forgot to read

And see the world fucked up

But I’m still outside with my team

If we get a couple mil we can change the season

Right some wrongs, cut life back on

This a cake for two and if you ate with two

Invest a little bit of money and your people plight

Then kick back and see what they could do

I mean anything can be Gucci, man

New computer, quiet shooter, bad bitches with acquired taste

Their Dominican hair on his favorite hooker

We cruise through and we chose to, new shoes, too, nigga lose the hoop

We ain’t worried about none of that

We just tryina take some of that

Nigga zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, comma, that

Reflect on war shit and make fun of that

Whatever mama want, I’m just on to that

Man, I just want what I feel these sucker niggas owe me

A nigga make his mouth say anything, nigga gotta show me

Nigga pardon my French, but a nigga came up in the projects

The whole world exists when we do it like this, ‘cause we ain’t know yet

And we ain’t care yet, we got wishes, nigga, needs, we ain’t there yet

On top of that, man, life ain’t fair yet

And I ain’t got a couple dollars I can spare yet

Them hoes might not think I’m clear yet

But I keep playing the game, shooting the J, boxing out

So I can be the reason the drops come out

And not move an inch when the cops come out

And not have to worry about my fate

When the whole team eat misfits for plate

And the press going up, let me fix my rate

‘Cause this shit shine, don’t fit my crate

I can run shit easily, nigga, I’m in shape

Not giving a fuck and ambition, hell, that’s all that takes

A whole lot of sins dressed up and make it

All eyes up to the make of the car

I’m watching one of yours run around with a dealer

Please, could you just give a break to us, now?

I promise I wont’ change one more hoe, one more…, one more dough

On the people I love most this ego goes

But fucking with me is an incredible no, no

You know like don’t touch the iron on the stove when it’s on

You know like please don’t read to an MJ song

You know like nigga, you know that car don’t belong on chrome

This Bobby Creekwater, hello Wolf Gang, I’m gone