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letra de don't kill - lil' wayne

[hook]
and if i f-ck her, she gon’ get attached
who invited all these f-ck n-gg-‘s?
man sh-t ain’t never smell this good
why them snakes tryin’ to tongue kiss us?
way too cool to die young
way too young to die sober
way too cool to die young
way too young to die sober
sleepin’ with a bad b-tch, wake me up when it’s all over
i’m so tired of these n-gg-‘s, wake me up when it’s all over

[verse 1]
b-tch come kill my time
but b-tch don’t steal my shine
i’m cooking up two quarters, bout’ to get rich or die tryin’
i got some killa’s on my side, some kill up in my swisher
all this hatin’ drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition.
oh my god it feel like coogi weather
i lost my mind, but i got it back like groovy stella
tell the hoes i got that victoria secret weapon
i hope you live a double life cause’ you gon’ need an extra
me and my n-gg-‘s, we got bad b-tches up in the pool
bad b-tches up in the pool
she gon’ learn tonight, call that sh-t night school
and life is a b-tch on her cycle, delightful
got ho’s on that powder, like light blue
nice move, now king me n-gg-, bad-ss b-tch, you seen me with her
we on that, gt vodka, straight out the bottle, genie n-gg-
the difference between me and these n-gg-‘s, is
i go hard and they go wrong
she says “hit it from the back”, i’m trying to leave that crack alone baby

[hook]
and if she love me, imma’ love her back
who indicting all the tough n-gg-s
we smoke that skunk that’s always smelling good
but why these snakes tryin’ to tongue kiss us
way too cool to die young
way too young to die sober
way too cool to die young
way too young to die sober
sleepin’ with a bad b-tch, wake me up when it’s all over
i’m so tired of these n-gg-‘s, wake me up when it’s all over

[verse 2]
street sweepers and millimeters, ak’s and skateboards
let them know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
real n-gg- to the bone, bristle
cocaine, like co cripple
heard n-gg-‘s been waitin’ on me, well i might as well go and tip em’
i’m smoking on that hulk hogan
i call shots, you call forward
i pimp my ride, my car’s hoeing
and all my bars be bar-coded
these ymcmb stars glowin’
hate a ho n-gg-, like anchovies
my young b-tch keep on snappin’ on me, i told that b-tch i ain’t posing
that p-ssy feel like a pot of gold
the money old and the night is young
all them n-gg-‘s keep talking sh-t
i make you eat your words and bite your tongue
and when the guns ring, i’m the ring leader
got those ho’s on pens and needles
i’m so high i left earth
and ran into venus and serena
get head like a mind reader
you washed up, i’m the dry cleaner
don’t worry about me, n-gg- i’m one-
hundred like a high fever
got pounds taking up closet sp-ce
guns all in my b-tch crib
since all you n-gg-‘s fly now, bugs all on my windshield
uh
and if she tense, then i’mma rub her back
she alright, i think i f-ck with her
man, i wish a motherf-cker would
i feel like a hockey puck n-gg-

way too cold to die young
way too young to die sober
way too cold to die young
give these n-gg-‘s a cold shoulder
sleeping with a bad b-tch, another b-tch when i roll over
we f-ck until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
uh
d5
what up 5?
kendrick
what up 5?

- lil wayne

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