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Artiste : Ken Carson
Titre : Till I Die
(Outtatown, we never outta money)
(8-808)

You already knew what it was

You already know what it is
Now she wanna fuck, ´cause I´m up
Now she wanna fuck, ´cause I´m lit
I told you, we get high as fuck
I got your bitch off a G6
She fallin´ for me, and you fallin´ for her
I fuck on these bitches, I can´t fall in love, yeah
I fuck on these bitches, I can´t fall in love
I don´t fuck with these niggas, I give ´em a mug
They askin´ me, "Why?" I gave ´em a shrug
He claimin´ he gang, but that boy a dub
Talk down on my name, we sendin´ ´em slugs
I rock Helmut Lang, I´m swaggin´ it up
I fucked on your main, she don´t give a fuck about it
These niggas just talk, they ain´t ´bout it
They be slippin´, they ain´t really slidin´

They just in the car, they ain´t really riding
I swear, everything I do exotic
I swear, everything I do, these niggas know ´bout it
I go to the bank, I make a deposit
He broke and he stank, yeah, he ain´t nobody
I can´t remember shit, I was off molly
I´m rollin´, I´m rollin´, I can´t feel my body
These bitches be ho´ing, these bitches be sloppy
For me, yeah, she goin´, she empty your pockets
You bought her Chanel and I bought her some Takis
You bought her a bag, I bought her some chips
Either way it go, your bitch gettin´ flipped
You still in here, she let me fuck off the rip
FN Five-seveN came with a grip
If it´s a problem, shoot him in his lip
Raf Simons shirt, check out my drip
Your bitch a flirt, fuck her, then dip

I don´t want her, I want a zip
Shoutout my plug, he get a tip
These niggas be scrubs, these niggas ain´t built
They ain´t nothin´ like us, these niggas ain´t real
If it go down, we know you gon´ spill
I´m pourin´ up lean, I´m crackin´ the seal
I´m rollin´ up weed, you know I got pills
You ain´t high as me, lil´ boy, need to chill
I get so high, I cannot feel
I want me a B, I want me some Ms
I´m talkin´ ´bout them bills, I´m talkin´ ´bout them mills
You procrastinate, and I go for the kill
Anything I want, I get it, for real
I work in this shit like a nine-to-five
I ain´t goin´ broke as long as I´m alive
Bitch, I´ma be chasin´ the racks ´til I die

Fuck it, I´m flippin´ these packs ´til I die
Fuck it, I´m breakin´ her back ´til I die
Fuck it, I´m countin´ these racks ´til I die
Let it stack ´til I die, let that shit multiply

Ayy, yeah