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Chris Brown - Till I Die

[Chris Brown]
Yeah, this Virginia, straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk
Golds and my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's
Dirt roads, back wood, 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, so I lay down and lay in, a nigga gon' be faded, sll the way to the AM

Okay, 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)
Oh God, oh God

[Big Sean]
Ok, wow, bow, look at me now, chief like a 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 ho, show 'em no love just throw em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, '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
And she be smoking my dick, be smoking my dick, boy, I'll get you, wow, okay

[Chris Brown]
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)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Ah, 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 concussion, no discussion
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 and I'm living it, fucking little bitch

[Chris Brown]
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)

[Chris Brown]
Real nigga 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, I finally got this bitch jumping, got this bitch jumpin', fly, that's me
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