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letra de i don't die - joyner lucas & chris brown

[intro: joyner lucas]
joyner, joyner, joyner, joyner, joyner
woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!

[pre-chorus: joyner lucas]
mind your motherf-ckin’ bid’ness, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
how you all up in my sh-t when you got more problems than me?
yeah, i’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
and my n-gg-s mobbin’ deep, hoe, i’m a f-ckin’ prodigy
i know, i know that you been envy, b-tch, it ain’t that hard to see
don’t you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
some n-gg-s’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
i know you probably want that

[chorus: chris brown, joyner lucas & both]
you want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
they don’t revive a n-gg- and bring me back to life
and you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) i don’t die

[verse 1: joyner lucas]
b-b-bad to the bone
everybody wanna be so motherf-ckin’ bad ’til they -ss be alone
now you back in the cold
and i’m laughin’ at every single f-g who didn’t want me your half of they songs
it was that from the go, just a bunch of little spoilt f-ckin’ b-st-rds
every single one would laugh at my joke
n-gg-s p-ss the patrón
i think i’ma go and drink it until i p-ss out right in front of the back of the rover
ménage on my mind (ayy) i’ve been on my grind (woo)
been through so much, sometimes think that god ain’t on my side (yeah)
i cut all my friends off then say y’all ain’t on my vibe
and it’s so much more to life than drinkin’, party all the time, woah
this gon’ last a lifetime (lifetime) no more mister nice guy (nice guy)
i text jaden smith and told that n-gg- he a icon (icon)
don’t get sh-t f-cked up just ’cause i ain’t got no ice on
don’t mean i am not sub-zero, i should freeze you hoes at night time
i’m like, where the h-ll you been at? i’ve been doin’ this
since i was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at
always in trouble, ’cause i was never learnin’ nothin’
except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks
and all that been sleepin’ on me, f-ck it, where the bed at?
’cause i’ve been strugglin’, tryna be on top but them other n-gg-s
blind for me, but f-ck it, it really doesn’t mean nothin’
if their music ain’t really cuttin’ it they can hit the g-g-gutter
one day y’all gon see me (see me) i make shy look freaky (freaky)
i make dry look greasy (woo) i make hard look easy (easy)
i remember way back when my momma took my tv, hoe
now i’m all on tv, hoe (woo)

[pre-chorus: joyner lucas]
mind yo motherf-ckin’ bid’ness, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
how you all up in my sh-t when you got more problems than me?
yeah, i’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
i don’t want to hear no sorrys, b-tch, f-ck your apology
i know, i know that you been envy, d-mn, it ain’t that hard to see
i don’t wanna get to know you, no please, don’t say hi to me
ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
some n-gg-s’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
i know you probably want that

[verse 2: chris brown]
that’s why a n-gg- ride ’round with a weapon
better that than me lyin’ on a stretcher
gunshot, applyin’ all the pressure, potato on the chopper
shootin’ through the pillow, blood on the feathers
rollin’ dice with ya life, all i do is roll 7s (woo)
eagle on my lap when i walk with the devil
hit a b-tch from the back like i don’t know better
man, i swear to god you better talk to the reverend
yeah i’m on a weed high, dehydrated
her booty f-ckin’ skin-tight, levi made it (yeah, yeah)
yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable
keep my cards in my pocket, never put ’em on the table (woo)
leave her bra on the floor, put my d-ck up on her naval
do what i say, don’t give me no ultimatum
ride around or die, get your life taken
sh-t, already went half on a baby (buck, buck, buck, buck)
all these broke b-tch -ss n-gg-s
tryna tell a real n-gg- how to really f-ckin’ get a bag (woo)
how you f-ckin’ 25 with your first car?
i got 10, that’s why them n-gg-s mad (hey)
why you wanna hate on progress? (woo)
why you wanna keep me in the projects? (jheeze)
n-gg-, why you wanna eat off my check? (hey)
that’s some weird -ss sh-t, you suspect (hey)
that’s a weird -ss b-tch, don’t trust that (woo)
shut the h-ll up, a n-gg- ain’t done yet (hey)
all these shots, are you n-gg-s havin’ fun yet? (buck, buck)
i’ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
take ya b-tch, then i ride into sunset (hey)
layin’ on the westside, hit sunset (hey)
backwoods, you can find me where the skunk at (hey)
bullet with ya name on it, if you want that

- joyner lucas chris brown

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