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dae dae - stop killing my vibe lyrics

[intro]
trauma tone

[chorus]
stop k!lling my vibe (k!lling my high)
n-gga get high today (n-gga get high)
f-ck up my vibe away (f-ck up my vibe)
b-tch i’ma fly away (b-tch i’ma fly)
i got these ring tats (i got these rings)
i got this thing right here (glock)
count up this green right now
racks, bottles of lean right now
stop k!lling my vibe (k!lling my high)
n-gga get high today (n-gga get high)
f-ck up my vibe away (f-ck up my vibe)
b-tch i’ma fly away (b-tch i’ma fly)
i got these ring tats (i got these rings)
i got this thing right here (glock)
count up this green right now
racks, bottles of lean right now, yeah

[verse 1]
no, i ain’t tired (no, i ain’t tired)
them hundreds keep calling a n-gga (hundreds)
i boss up on all of these n-ggas
got bottles on bottles, lil n-gga
got autos and pilots, lil n-gga (shh)
that choppa got silence lil n-gga (brrt)
yeah, why would i lie to you n-ggas? hey (let’s got)
i know how to lie to these b-tches (know how to lie)
i do not rely on no n-gga
i got real ice on my necklace (got real ice)
you see these diamonds, they watery (diamonds)
you see me shine like i’m ‘posed to be (yes sir)
these n-ggas be watching, i notice it (what?)
so i keep that shine right under me (shine)
rockin’ designer sh-t on me (designer)
rockin’ that christian dior sh-t (christian dior)
n-ggas be acting like they want smoke (want smoke)
’til we pull up and we show n-ggas (show n-ggas)
we ain’t gon’ beef on no internet (internet)
we cannot sleep with no broke b-tch (broke b-tch)
i’m tryna thumb through that fetty n-gga (thumb through)
i’m tryna backwood roll this (roll it, roll it)

[verse 2]
army fatigue right now (army fatigue)
i’m rockin’ these cheetahs now (rockin’ these cheetahs)
i’m chargin’ for features now (chargin’ for features)
my diamonds they freezin’ now (diamonds they freezin’)
my partner go eat ’em now (my partner go eat ’em)
got choppers like feast right now (got choppers like feast)
the doctor ain’t seeing the boy (they ain’t seein’ me)
my pockets they thick for somethin’ (pockets they thick)
what? (hey, let’s go)
hundreds on me, i got red bottoms
ferragamo cost me five hundred (ferragamo)
young n-gga got a lot of money (yeah)
i’m not going back and forth with these n-ggas
i can’t let you trick me out of this money
i just roll inside six with these b-tches
i just pull up, i can fix all they problems
n-ggas cappin’ like i ain’t having no money
boy you flexing, boy i’m thumbing through hundreds
i just moved out that condo in buckhead
got a spot with a b-tch who want me, osama
i can’t lose f-cking with you lil knuckleheads
tryna take me off my game lil boy
chasing racks in the rain lil boy
speak them facts on my name lil boy

- dae dae lyrics

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