Till I Die

K Camp, Jeremih2014年9月4日

歌詞

 

Till I Die (直到我死去) - K Camp/Jeremih

All my niggas 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 coffee every color of the rainbow

 

F**k all that going back and forth with a dirty b**ch

I shoot that hoe with the 44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down)

Countin' money blowin' w**d 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 bang, bang, only thing a young ni**a stack

Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their a**

Ni**a what the f**k is that

Ni**a that's some ...

Side note I want a mill

P code dressed to kill, introduce you to the real

 

Remember them nights I was dead a** broke, while I still had a milly on my mind

Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win ain't never waste no time

This that trap music, urban legend

B**ch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson

Case a ni**a wanna test it

 

F**k it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this sh*t up with my team

Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans

Drag racin' on peace treaties, that's some sh*t that you'd never see

Now I'm here with the king

And know we all 'bout the bankroll

 

But got a coffee for every color of the rainbow

 

F**k all that going back and forth with a dirty b**ch

 

I shoot that hoe with the 44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down)

 

Countin' money blowin' w**d 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, it what it look like

I got your girl with a girl like a

Going, hard, on a all nighter

And then I give it back to ya ni**a I don't like her

Did sh*t easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency

 

If I swerve that...

 

Oh check it

Looking for some trouble well your a** gonna get it

Never hesitate and share a time my peasant

P**sy ni**a ever did respect my presence

Fully automatic peel it

Peel it, peel it, peel it, peel it, pew your bed gone ni**a

We're puttin' on ni**a, got loan scrilla

Got a bad b**ch 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 ni**a, he made a mill I made a double that

The ni**a had her eating double stacks

I fell ... stack

She doing right, get another rack

Crib with a hella pad, full of fine b**ches hella bad

Ran out of cab ni**a never add

And know we all 'bout the bankroll

But got a coffee every color of the rainbow

Look at all the going back and forth with a dirty b**ch

 

I shoot that hoe with the 44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down)

 

Countin' money blowin' w**d 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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