Till I Die歌词
作词 : Campbell, Kristopher Thomas
作曲 : Campbell, Kristopher Thomas
All my *****s get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
***** all that going back and forth with a dirty *******
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and ***** it down?]
Countin' money blowin’ ***** in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young ***** stack
*****s ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, ***** what the ***** is that
***** that's from [?], side note I want a mill
Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time
This that trap music, urban legend
******* I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson
Case a ***** wanna test me
***** it man, motivate all my *****s, I'ma stack this *******t up with my team
Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans
Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some *******t that you've never seen
Now I'm here with the king
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
***** all that going back and forth with a dirty *******
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and ***** it down?]
Countin' money blowin’ ***** in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die
Hold up, what it look like
I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger
Going hard, on an all-nighter
And then I give it back to ya ***** I don't like her
Did *******t easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac [?] ho check it
Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
******* ***** ever did respect my presence
Fully automatic let you have these pellets
Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone *****
We're puttin' on *****, got long scrilla
Got a bad ******* with no thong with em
And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
So good made her running back
She said she gave it all to the wrong *****, he made a mill I made a double that
The ***** had her eating double stacks
I fill her pockets full with double stack
She doing right, get another rack
Crib with a hella pad, full of fine ******* hella bad
Ran out of cab ***** never add
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
***** all that going back and forth with a dirty *******
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and ***** it down)
Countin' money blowin’ ***** in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
作曲 : Campbell, Kristopher Thomas
All my *****s get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
***** all that going back and forth with a dirty *******
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and ***** it down?]
Countin' money blowin’ ***** in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young ***** stack
*****s ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, ***** what the ***** is that
***** that's from [?], side note I want a mill
Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time
This that trap music, urban legend
******* I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson
Case a ***** wanna test me
***** it man, motivate all my *****s, I'ma stack this *******t up with my team
Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans
Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some *******t that you've never seen
Now I'm here with the king
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
***** all that going back and forth with a dirty *******
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and ***** it down?]
Countin' money blowin’ ***** in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die
Hold up, what it look like
I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger
Going hard, on an all-nighter
And then I give it back to ya ***** I don't like her
Did *******t easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac [?] ho check it
Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
******* ***** ever did respect my presence
Fully automatic let you have these pellets
Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone *****
We're puttin' on *****, got long scrilla
Got a bad ******* with no thong with em
And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
So good made her running back
She said she gave it all to the wrong *****, he made a mill I made a double that
The ***** had her eating double stacks
I fill her pockets full with double stack
She doing right, get another rack
Crib with a hella pad, full of fine ******* hella bad
Ran out of cab ***** never add
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
***** all that going back and forth with a dirty *******
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and ***** it down)
Countin' money blowin’ ***** in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
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