CHRIS BROWN - TILL I DIE LYRICS
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown] Yo, this Virginia,
Straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk
Golds and my mouth, and they put 26's on Benzo's
Dirt roads, back wood,
They got weed, but I've been dope,
Ratchet,n-gga we act hood,
But I'm getting money with these white folk,
Sippin and I'm 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
[Hook]
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 I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm... (I'm high)
Oh God, oh God
[Big Sean]
Ok, wow, bow Look at me now,
chief like a indian Talkin in clouds,
I'm high as a b-tch I'm 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 I'm so f-ck-ng in style, wow New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that's just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don't be smoking my sh-t,
I be smoking that fire And she be smoking my d-ck
[Hook][Hook]
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 I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm... (I'm high)
[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking, choking, always rollin'
something I don't 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 it's nothing Money flowing,
never sober Smoking till I got concussion,
no discussion
Man I got a condom and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain't on the road gettin' it
Then I'm 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 I'm living it
Fucking little b-tch
[Hook]
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 I'm never going broke
And I'mma do this till I die
And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm... (I'm high)
Oh God, oh God
[Chris Brown]
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..
.that's me...
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