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letra de til' the death of me - liveraw gbt

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[intro: detroit l-o]

i do this til the death of me
i do this til the death of me

[hook: detroit l-o]

all this money, all these pros, do this til the death of me
all this talking down on n-ggas, all this hating stressing me
all the girls in the crib, why they hugh hephin’ me
stack bread, spit bars, do it til the death of me
ball until the death of me, grind until the death of me
stunt until the death of me, i do this til the death of me
ball until the death of me, grind until the death of me
stunt until the death of me, i do this til the death of me

[verse 1: detroit l-o]

went to macy’s when i bought it
came with some godiva chocolates
you know l-o on some boss sh-t
give me head like she done lost it
cuz of what it’s costin’
i don’t really stunt to often
i don’t really do a lot of talking, ol’ girl get pierced, push 3 for the boston
liveraw n-ggas is who ride
on a sunny day chilling pool side
spittin’ on these n-ggas like a shoe shine
yea yo baby let me hit two times
fenkell n-gga met her on the eastside, just to bring her out west
now she on 4-1 taking off her meks
steel street, fill the tank up at the marathon
she getting ran all day like a marathon
when liveraw make movies, it’s a marathon
cuz she know that i’m a don
gotta keep atleast a band up in my palm
cuz real n-ggas don’t tell no lie, real n-ggas don’t tell no lie
boy im from detroit, where a simple walk to the gas station, n-gga you might die
and that’s no lie
you the type of n-gga that make friends with the law
that’s a flaw
you just being phony while im living raw

[hook: detroit l-o]

all this money, all these pros, do this til the death of me
all this talking down on n-ggas, all this hating stressing me
all the girls in the crib, why they hugh hephin’ me
stack bread, spit bars, do it til the death of me
ball until the death of me, grind until the death of me
stunt until the death of me, i do this til the death of me
ball until the death of me, grind until the death of me
stunt until the death of me, i do this til the death of me

[verse 2: jackpot]

gold bottles everywhere like it’s egypt n-gga
micheal jackson, tell them f-cking haters beat it n-gga
dropping buckets on you haters, im a hooper boy
pre order my sp-ceship for the future boy
ball every d-mn day, i just spend money
hermès belt hit me for some rent money
shoot a n-gga in the face, that’s call of duty
got a bad white b-tch with a spalding booty
im bouta double dribble and have a triple double
she got wet like the boy was slipping in a puddle
call homicide, the track gettin’ murdered
jackpot gettin’ hunnits, i just stack em’ like a burger
but i ain’t work in fast food, if yeen heard, b-tch cash rules
i pull out money just to have you salty like cashews
black v neck n-gga and i got them black shoes
b-tch i’m here for life, just like i’m a tattoo

[hook: detroit l-o]

all this money, all these pros, do this til the death of me
all this talking down on n-ggas, all this hating stressing me
all the girls in the crib, why they hugh hephin’ me
stack bread, spit bars, do it til the death of me
ball until the death of me, grind until the death of me
stunt until the death of me, i do this til the death of me
ball until the death of me, grind until the death of me
stunt until the death of me, i do this til the death of me

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