Till I Die
K-Camp, T.I.
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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 it go learn my lesson And know we all 'bout the bankroll But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow F*ck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with Counting money blowing weed 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 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die Okay now bang, bang, only thing a young nigga stack Niggas ain’t tryna get racks, they rather sit on they ass Nigga what the f*ck is that Nigga that’s some car cold that's on the hill Side not I want a mill Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real Remember them nights I was dead ass 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 Bitch I’m a urban legend, carry ’round a Smith N Wesson Case a nigga wanna test it F*ck you mean, f*ck you mean, motivate all my niggas, I’mma stack this shit up with my team Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans Drag racing on some peace treaties, that’s some shit you’d never see Now I’m here with the king And know we all 'bout the bankroll But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow F*ck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with Counting money blowing weed 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 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die Hold up, it what it look like I got your girl with a girl like a bull dyke Going, hard, on a all nighter And then I give her back to you nigga I don't like her Dis shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency If I swerve that Lac, and spill this Yac Keep my lane young bitch, the car 'bout that, ho check it Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it Never hesitate and share a time my peasant Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence Fully automatic let you hear these pellets Pellet, pellet, pellet, pellet pew nigga you betta' gone nigga We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla Got a bad bitch with no thong with her And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her So good made her running back She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill, I made double that The nigga had her eating double stacks I fill her pocket up with whatever stack She do it right, get another rack Crib with a heli pad, full of fine bitches hella bad Run out of cash, nigga never that And know we all 'bout the bankroll But got a cuff for every color of the rainbow F*ck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m riding dirty with Counting money blowing weed 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 'til I die, 'til I die, 'til I die
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Written by: CLIFFORD HARRIS, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON
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