LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTill I Die (feat. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa)
Yo, West VirginiaStraight from the country, right there wit' my kinfolkGolds in my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo'sDirt roads, back woodsThey got weed but I've been dopeRatchet, n-gga we act hoodBut I'm getting money with these white folkSippin and I'm faded, super medicatedSaid she wanna check the poleI said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay inA n-gga gon' be faded, all the way to the yeahMore drink, pour it upMore weed, roll it upWhoa there ho, you know wassupQuit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow downPimps up, hoes downAss up, nose downDamn, b-tch I do itAnd this the life we choseWorkin' all nightSwear I'm never going brokeAnd I'mma do this till I dieAnd I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm?(I'm high)Oh God, oh GodOk, wow, bowLook at me now, chief like an indianTalkin in clouds, I'm high as a b-tchI'm talking to cloudsOff tree every night like I run with the owlsI super soak that hoe, show 'em no loveJust throw 'em a towelStill rocking Louis Vuitton condom,Cause I'm so f-ck-ng in style, wowNew crib, trashed that, Drove here, cab backNow knock that pussy out, yeah that's just a little cat napHold up, hold up woahDon't be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fireAnd she be smoking my d-ckMore drink, pour it upMore weed, roll it upWhoa there ho, you know wassupQuit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow downPimps up, hoes downAss up, nose downDamn b-tch I do itAnd this the life we choseWorkin' all nightSwear I'm never going brokeAnd I'mma do this till I dieAnd I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm?(I'm high)Smoking, choking, always rollin' somethingI don't need a key to start my carBitch I just push a button and theater showingGot a half a mill and spent it like it's nothingMoney flowing, never soberSmoking till I got concussions, no discussionsMan I got a condo and got a big cribPounds all over my kitchen isIf I ain't on the road gettin' itThen I'm in the hood where my niggas liveDid a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish itNow all my pasta got shrimp in itYou talk about it and I'm living itFucking little b-tchMore drink, pour it upMore weed, roll it upWhoa there ho, you know wassupQuit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow downPimps up, hoes downAss up, nose downDamn bitch I do itAnd this the live we choseWorkin' all nightSwear I'm never going brokeAnd I'mma do this till I dieAnd I ain't talking shit just cause I'm, just cause I'm?(I'm high)Real n-gga never frontin'Cause when you got it allEverybody want somethin'Middle finger in the air no fist pumpAnd me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumpingAh! Finally got this bitch jumpingGot this bitch jumpin'Fly, that's me
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