letra de die tonight - guilla
verse 1
she bit into my heart and said it tasted bitter
i bit into her neck and said it tasted better
on the outside i’m looking winner
on the inside i couldn’t be deader
product of the scars that we can’t see
longing for the time that i can’t seem
to get back, a waste a life
misanthropic, in my taste of life
a n-gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
gun to my head and i squeeze it tight
then i think to myself f-ck that yeah right
i got p-ssy to ride
i got money oblivged
i got n-ggas for life
i got bread divide
shades on my face dollar sign on my eye
and just rolled a wood don’t be k!lling my vibe
bad lil shawty gon twerk
she gon get the d imma work
imma get the purse
if i don’t get it back imma be a f-ckinh curse
if a hater in the way man send for the hurst
(if a n-gga got shade mans send for the hurst)
imma hustle till i get a bag
might need a pump like a n-gga in drag
pull up in a lemon but i left in a jag
top down smoked up back to the pad
bounce
while you n-ggas put the p-ssy chain wax
i’m to busy tryna get a mayback
if a ya mans got beef from way back
make a n-gga bleed out like a tanpax ugh
what’s my f-cking name b-tch
hook
product of the scars that we can’t see
longing for the time that i can’t seem
to get back, a waste a life
misanthropic, in my taste of life
a n-gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
a n-gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
imma get the bag
imma get the bag
verse 2
imma get the bag
if a n-ggas get mad
i hope you got sh-lls like a mother f-cking crab
while these chumps get sad
imma need a rag
drip so hard leave a puddle path
when it came to the math
never skipped a class
phd like when i’m counting up the cash
blunt full of gas
90 on the das
leave you in the dust
like you living in the past
all i do is
get the newest
oh le do it
i influence
mother f-ckers like you
if rap really dead imma f-cking die too
or defribulate it back like a f-cking raichu
imma get it
pull stings like violinist
vile menace
grind hard like a f-ckinh dentist
ball hard like i’m playing tennis
pop bands like an epidemic
light work
chilling wid a bitty on alert
she just popped a molly made the p-ssy go bizzerk
i hit it in some timbs like i came from new york
then i’m peeling out the block like skrt skrt skrt (skrt)
(imma get the bag)
while you n-ggas put the p-ssy chain wax
i’m to busy tryna get a mayback
if a ya mans got beef from way back
make a n-gga bleed out like a tanpax ugh
what’s my f-cking name b-tch
hook
product of the scars that we can’t see
longing for the time that i can’t seem
to get back, a waste a life
misanthropic, in my taste of life
a n-gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
gun to my head and i squeeze it tight
then i think to myself f-ck that yeah right
i always got a magnum like a cowboy
cuz imma slither in like in malfow
while you n-ggas put the p-ssy chain wax
i’m to busy tryna get a mayback
if a ya mans got beef from way back
make a n-gga bleed out like a tanpax ugh
what’s my f-cking name b-tch
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