Chris Brown Ft. Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean – Till I Die

Letra de Till I Die de Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa y Big Sean

Yo, this Virginia
Straight from the country, right there with my kinfolk
Gold’s and my mouth and they put 26′s on Benzo’s
Dirt roads, back wood
They got weed but I’ve been dope
Ratchet, nig*a we act hood
But I’m getting money with these white folk
Sippin and I’m faded, super medicated
Said she wanna check the pole
I said okay sarah palin, so I lay down and lay in
A nig*a gon’ be faded, sll the way to the am

More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt bit*h, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bit*h I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh*t just cause I’m, just cause I’m
I’m high

Oh god, oh god

Ok, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like a Indian
Talkin in clouds, I’m high as a bit*h
I’m talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that ho, show ‘em no love just throw em a towel
Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I’m so f*cking in style, wow
New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that’s just a little cat nap
Hold up, hold up woah
Don’t be smoking my sh*t, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my d*ck

More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt b*tch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bit*h I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh*t just cause I’m, just cause I’m
I’m high

Smoking, choking, always rolling’ something
I don’t need a key to start my car
Bit*h I just push a button and theater showing
Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing
Money flowing, never sober
Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion
Man I got a condo and got a big crib
Pounds all over my kitchen is
If I ain’t on the road gettin’ it
Then I’m in the hood where my nig*as live
Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound ’bout to finish it
Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
You talk about and I’m living it
Fuck*ng little bit*h

More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there ho, you know wassup
Quit hoggin’ the blunt b*tch, slow down
Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bit*h I do it

And this the live we chose
Workin’ all night
Swear I’m never going broke
And I’mma do this till I die
And I ain’t talking sh*t just cause I’m, just cause I’m
I’m high

Real nig*a never frontin’
Cause when you got it all
Everybody want somethin’
Middle finger in the air no fist pump
And me, Sean and Wiz got this bit*h jumping
Ah! Finally got this bit*h jumping
Got this bit*h jumpin’
Fly that’s me.