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Artiste : SoFaygo
Titre : Die For Me
(Yo, Pi´erre, you wanna come out here?)

I can´t party on the weekends, bitch, I´m workin´
Won´t you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect

On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin´ so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won´t you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect

Woah
I can´t pick the phone up, bitch, I´m swervin´
I been going hard, but still ain´t scratched the surface (Damn)
I had to take off like I was on the run, yeah
I been sittin´ here, smoking dope, this shit don´t hurt my lungs, yeah (Yeah)
I´ll buy you Balenci´, baby, if you worth it
Woah (Woah)
´Cause I ran this shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Like to count it faster (Yeah, yeah)
Like to cause disaster (Woah, yeah, yeah)

And then I go back Casper (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I been dodgin´ demons (Skrrt)
Tesla, shout out Elon, inside look like Reese´s (Yo, Pi´erre, you wanna come out here? Bitch)
Left her heart in pieces (Bitch)

I can´t party on the weekends, bitch, I´m workin´
Won´t you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin´ so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won´t you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect

I´m home alone, but I keep havin´ sold out shows
I like my bankroll different colors like my hoes
They thought I´d be a bum, I´m dripped in Who Decide War

This Tempur-Pedic start to feel just like the graveyard
I always wondered, would you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect
Smokin´ out McDonald´s drive-thru in the foreign whip
Only thing up in these denims, couple racks in tip
Bro ain´t never had abortions, but he come to kid
It´s hard on me that we don´t speak very often
But long as these voices in my head keep talkin´
Seem like everywhere I go, it feels haunted, huh
Promise, this is not the life I wanted
Nigga locked down, fightin´ cases, problem that a producer can´t beat
Like troddin´ on the concrete, you ain´t really meant to be in these streets
Should´ve never thought this shit was sweet

Now I´m tryna catch her comin´ out the hotel
Flew a bougie bitch back to Mobile
I ain´t take the bitch to the club once

I can´t party on the weekends, bitch, I´m workin´
Won´t you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect
On the way, I lost so many homies on the come up
At the top, it gettin´ so lonely in this Ferragamo
Won´t you die for me? Lil´ bitch, I´m perfect

Uh, uh