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Till I Die Songtext

Yeah

This Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit′ my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo′s
Dirt roads, backwoods
They got weed but I've been dope
Ratchet, nigga 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", yeah, so I lay down and lay in
A nigga gon' be faded, all the way to the a.m., yeah

Boi, damn, whoa, shit


Okay, more drink, pour it up (boi)
More weed, roll it up (boi)
Whoa there hoe, you know what′s up (you know what's up)
Quit hoggin′ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn, bitch I do it
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night swear I′m never going broke, bro
And I'ma do this 'til I die
And I ain′t talking shit just ′cause I'm, just ′cause I'm (what?)
(I′m high)

Yup
Whoa, boi
Oh God, oh God (boi, boi)

Okay, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like an Indian
Talkin' in clouds, I′m high as a bitch
I'm talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that hoe, show 'em no love just throw ′em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condoms, ′cause I'm so fucking 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 shit, I be smoking that fire
She be smoking my dick (my d-)

Be smokin′ my dick, boy lil' bitch


Okay, okay, more drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there hoe, you know what′s up (you know what's up)
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
And this the life we chose
Workin′ all night swear I′m never going broke
And I'ma do this ′til I die
And I ain't talking shit just ′cause I'm, just ′cause I'm (what?)
(I'm high)

Smokin′, chokin′, always rollin' somethin′
I don't need a key to start my car
Bitch, I just push a button and theater showin′
Got a half a mill' and spent it like it′s nothin'
Money flowin', never sober
Smokin′ ′til I got concussions, no discussions

Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchenettes
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 it and I'm livin′ it

Fuckin' little bitch
Woah

Okay more drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there hoe, you know what's up (you know what′s up)
Quit hoggin′ the blunt bitch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
And this the life we chose
Workin' all night swear I′m never going broke
And I'ma do this ′til I die
And I ain't talking shit just ′cause I'm, just 'cause I′m (what?)
(I′m high)

Real nigga never frontin'
′Cause when you got it all
E'rybody want somethin′
Middle finger in the air, no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumpin'
Hah, finally got this bitch jumpin′
Got this bitch jumpin'
Fly, that's me

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