- Chris Brown Till I Die 歌詞
- Chris Brown
- Yo, this Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk
Golds and my mouth and they put 26s on Benzos
Dirt roads, back wood
They got weed but Ive been dope
Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
But Im getting money with these white folk
Sippin and Im faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
A n-gga gon be faded, sll the way to the AM
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin the blunt b-ch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it
And this the live we chose
Workin all night
Swear Im never going broke
And Imma do this till I die
And I aint talking sh-t just cause Im, just cause Im...
Oh God, oh God
Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like a indian
Talkin in clouds, Im high as a b-tch
Im talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that ho, show em no love just throw em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause Im so f-ck-ng in style, wow
New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah thats just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Dont be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d-ck
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin the blunt b-ch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it
And this the live we chose
Workin all night
Swear Im never going broke
And Imma do this till I die
And I aint talking sh-t just cause Im, just cause Im...
Smoking, choking, always rollin something
I dont need a key to start my car
Bitch I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like its nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I aint on the road gettin it
Then Im in the hood where my niggas live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about and Im living it
Fucking little b-tch
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin the blunt b-ch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn b-tch I do it
And this the live we chose
Workin all night
Swear Im never going broke
And Imma do this till I die
And I aint talking sh-t just cause Im, just cause Im.. .
Real n-gga never frontin
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this b-tch jumping
Got this b-tch jumpin
Fly...thats me...
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