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letra de i'm never going to die - lv8r

[oooh, ooh, mm]

(verse 1)
how you wanna play with me, me
how you wanna play with me, fees
lil boy run me them fees, fees
lil boy run me them fees
i ain’t tryna say please
boy you better run that sh-t right now

(prechorus)
i’m bouta go berserk
yeah i’m bouta go ka-blow
i been putting in all this work
i been cooking up making it work
f-ck a fake n-gga, boy put him on a shirt
lately been thinking bout the worst

(chorus)
all my n-ggas flying blue
all my n-ggas flying black
all my n-ggas flying red
make sure that you leave him dead
make sure that you leave him dead
make sure you aiming at his head
then get some food go get you fed
then call the crew wе can’t have feds
boy get a cluе you isn’t gang, gang-gang
i ain’t got no friends
it’s me, myself, and i
you say that you my friend
can’t look you in the eye
he said he want me dead
but i can never die

(verse 2)
he say he got some lead i think he mean graphite
keep writing rhymes boy you’ll never be on my time
i’m making waves now they wanna ride the high tide
my haitian hit me, sak pase
look like someone gotta pay

swear to god i’m done with fakes
they must really want me dead
all the real ones where they go?

ohh, ohhh, oooohhh
ohh, ohhh, oooohhh

(verse 3)
i told them wait, wait, wait
this sh-t here, this my plate
all they wanna do is take, take, take, take
take a number get in like
whatchu mean, you think you the only one?
think that you the only scum?
tryna get one up on up
i can never give one up!
if you got one on me then i let you
you can’t fool the kid
you can’t fool the kid,—
empty out the clip
let ‘em eat that sh-t
empty out the clip
let ‘em eat that sh-t

pop ‘em like a bottle pop ‘em like a zit
f-ckin’ on a model that hoe sucking d-ck
my foot sleeping on the throttle boy i’m making spins
all this pain it makes me stronger i don’t need a gym
boy i’m the reaper f-cking walking, yeah you call me grim
i ain’t got time for no talkin’ or no throwin’ fists
when we see you boy it’s poppin’ know you getting ripped

(prechorus)
i’m bouta go ka-blow
i been putting in all this work
i been cooking up making it work
f-ck a fake n-gga, boy put him on a shirt
lately been thinking bout the worst

(chorus)
all my n-ggas flying blue
all my n-ggas flying black
all my n-ggas flying red
make sure that you leave him dead
make sure that you leave him dead
make sure you aiming at his head
then get some food go get you fed
then call the crew we can’t have feds
boy get a clue you isn’t gang, gang-gang
i ain’t got no friends
it’s me, myself, and i
you say that you my friend
can’t look you in the eye
he said he want me dead
but i can never die!

- lv8r

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