Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Die , by - Chris Brown. Release date: 01.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Die |
| Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner |
| Woo, woo, woo, woo woo! |
| Mind yo motherfuckin' business, ain’t nothing you gotta see |
| How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me |
| Yeah, I’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me |
| And my niggas mobbin' deep, I’m a fucking prodigy |
| I know, I know that you been envy, bitch 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 niggas’ll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me |
| I know you probably want that — |
| You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah |
| Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga 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 |
| B-b-bad to the bone, |
| everybody wanna be so motherfuckin' bad til' they ass be alone |
| Now you back in the cold |
| And I’m laughing at every single fact |
| that they don’t want me on half of these songs |
| It was that from the go, |
| just a bunch of little spoilt fucking bastards |
| Every single one 'em would laugh at my joke |
| Niggas pass the Patron, |
| I think I’m go and drink it until I pass out in the back of the Rover |
| Ménage on my mind (aye) |
| I’ve been on my grind (woo) |
| Been through so much, sometimes think that god ain’t on my side |
| I cut all my friends off then say y’all ain’t on my vibe |
| And it’s so much more to life than drinking, 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 nigga he a icon (icon) |
| Don’t get shit fucked 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 hell you been at? |
| I’ve been doing this since I was a kid and |
| my grandma used to ask me where my head at |
| Always in trouble cause I was never learning nothing |
| except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks |
| All that’s been sleeping on me, fuck it, where the bed at? |
| Cause I’ve been struggling, tryna be on top of them other niggas |
| Blind for me, but fuck it, |
| doesn’t mean nothin' if their music ain’t |
| really cuttin' it they can hit the 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) |
| Mind yo motherfuckin' business, ain’t nothing you gotta see |
| How you all up in my shit 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, bitch fuck your apology |
| I know, I know that you been envy, damn 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 niggas’ll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me |
| I know you probably want that — |
| You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah |
| Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga 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 |
| That’s why a nigga ride round with a weapon |
| Better that than me lying on a stretcher |
| Gun shot, pow, pow, pow, applying all the pressure |
| Potato on the chopper, shooting through the pillow |
| Blood on the feathers |
| Rolling dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7's |
| Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil |
| Hit a bitch from the back like I don’t know better |
| Man I swear to god you better talk to the reverend (buck, buck, buck) |
| Me, I’m on the weed, high, dehydrated |
| Her booty fuckin' skin tight, Levi made it |
| Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable |
| Keep my cards in my pocket, never put em' on the table |