Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Till I Die lyrics

rate me

Yo, West Virginia

Straight from the country, right there wit’ my kinfolk

Golds in my mouth and they put 26′s on Benzo’s

Dirt roads, back woods

They got weed but I’ve been dope

Ratchet, n-gga 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, so I lay down and lay in

A n-gga gon’ be faded, all the way to the AM yeah

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down

Ass up, nose down

Damn, b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose

Workin’ all night

Swear I’m never going broke

And I’mma do this till I die

And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…

(I’m high)

Oh God, oh God

Ok, wow, bow

Look at me now, chief like an indian

Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a b-tch

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 condom, cause I’m so f-ck-ng 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 sh-t, I be smoking that fire

And she be smoking my d-ck

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down

Ass up, nose down

Damn b-tch I do it

And this the life we chose

Workin’ all night

Swear I’m never going broke

And I’mma do this till I die

And I ain’t talking sh-t just cause I’m, just cause I’m…

(I’m high)

Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something

I don’t need a key to start my car

Bitch I just push a button and theater showing

Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing

Money flowing, never sober

Smoking till I got concussions, no discussions

Man I got a condo and got a big crib

Pounds all over my kitchen is

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 living it

Fucking little b-tch

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

Quit hoggin’ the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down

Ass up, nose down

Damn bitch I do it

And this the live we chose

Workin’ all night

Swear I’m never going broke

And I’mma do this till I die

And 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 all

Everybody want somethin’

Middle finger in the air no fist pump

And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping

Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping

Got this bitch jumpin’

Fly, that’s me

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