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letra de die trying - anthony 1999

[chorus]
n-gga if i don’t make it
i’ma die trying
but i’m gone make it n-gga, so i’m not dying
wasn’t in the field, i ain’t ever seen his ass slidin’
she wanna f-ck upon her arrival
aiming at my rivals
you was texting her, i’m up inside her
please, gotta show me you a rider
i’m a chop toter not a fighter

[verse 1: anthony 1999]
since the first one i been on fire
he been telling stories, he a liar
that is not my b-tch but i will disguise her
all about the green around me, geyser
she doing good without me so i despise her
i can never hate cause i’m just like her
get a bag alone and get me a new lighter
i was at the max but i’m getting higher
still on fire
me and big k-mmar in the slider
tell me what you want, tell me what you desire
we just got started, but you been tired
i’ma win it all, build an empire
if you don’t got your heart in it then you’re gettin’ fired
i do not expire
really see alot of sh-t when you live on the wire
do my dirt alone, n-ggas sing like choirs
i don’t wanna be involved
he just messed up so she giving me a call
how the f-ck could you feel like you don’t need to ball
y’all be hesitating so just pass me the ball
[chorus]
n-gga if i don’t make it
i’ma die trying
but i’m gone make it n-gga, so i’m not dying
wasn’t in the field, i ain’t ever seen his ass slidin’
she wanna f-ck upon her arrival
aiming at my rivals
you was texting her, i’m up inside her
please, gotta show me you a rider
i’m a chop toter not a fighter

[verse 1: ríelle renée]
hol’ on wait, i’m fighting too
pull up with a stick or i can pull up witcho yo dude
if he bring his mans, i bring my b-tch it’s 2 for 2
and you be talking bout what he don’t, but he just do not do for you
and i don’t blame a goofy n-gga, if he tryna get back with me
we know ríelly is that b-tch, ain’t caring who come after me
got ’em wishing he ain’t leave, thinkin’ how he pass a g
i be flexing on my opps while my friends be gassing me (ooo)
hol’ up wait
feel the pressure
it was 10 b-tches, me and jay, ain’t no pressure
fell out with my dawg, violation, had to dead her
he like when you coming back, had to think, n-gga never
i ain’t wanna leave you papí, but you know it’s for the better
i ain’t f-ck em, i ain’t suck em, left his b-tch cause i’m better
now i got the n-gga hot, hate his friends, cause they sweat her
i be walking on the beat, comparing me, doesn’t measure
[chorus]
n-gga if i don’t make it
i’ma die trying
but i’m gone make it n-gga, so i’m not dying
wasn’t in the field, i ain’t ever seen his ass slidin’
she wanna f-ck upon her arrival
aiming at my rivals
you was texting her, i’m up inside her
please, gotta show me you a rider
i’m a chop toter not a fighter

- anthony 1999

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