Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Die4Me, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song 2: PILLZ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SS
Song language: English
Die4Me |
| Cut, nigga |
| Tuh |
| I keep hitting my cup, nigga get me high for hours |
| I wanna get high for months, hotel |
| Lil nervous baby |
| I ain’t gonna lie, Rick, I like this song |
| Look real nervous, baby |
| Huh, huh |
| Death Note, death stone |
| Left stroke, breast stroke |
| Money long, your shorty |
| Like Mike, shoot for it |
| New Phone, who calling? |
| Who this? |
| New money |
| Nah, for real, you talking shit, I run it |
| You can get it, how you want it? |
| Bentley, Rari, foreign, Audi |
| Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me |
| Pieces hitting, bitches flocking |
| Your bitch jocking, your bitch, your bitch |
| Bently, Rari, foreign, Audi |
| Lip it, whip it, pull up, on me |
| Pieces hitting, call me Griffith |
| Call me Griffith (let me talk that shit for real) |
| About four years ago |
| I got the love of my life |
| Bitch lied to me |
| Said she was pregnant, but |
| Come to find out it was from one of my niggas |
| Came to me, told me that she |
| Was forced into signing, she don’t want it |
| Falconia king |
| Tell me, would you die for me? |
| Give it up, throw your life away |
| Break up, say goodbye to me |
| You’ll leave it all behind for me |
| Tell me, would you die for me? |
| Give it up, throw your life away |
| Break up, say goodbye to me |
| Curse mark, sacrifice for me |
| Seem like everyday more people in my life don’t believe in me |
| Codeine lollipops, I got 3 kidneys |
| I ain’t never want this life, ain’t teasing me |
| You tryna force greatness, 'cause you see it in me |
| 6, 9 milli, I keep the piece |
| Got 20 knives in my back, you wouldn’t bleed for me |
| Nigga got a hundred fake friends that got heat for me |
| I know the game to a tee and I play with cheats |
| Breathe in, breathe in, tryna breathe with me |
| Bullet hole in my lungs, from a 350 |
| I exhale gun smoke, watch me clean the scene |
| Bitch, I got outlines of chalk and some streets to sweep |
| Feel it in the air, in the air |
| My ghost, I left my shell right there |
| Always got the memory if all else fails |
| Tay-K, do the race, tortoise shells at your heel |
| Aight, ah, ah, ah, ah |
| Ah, ah, ah |
| Tell me baby, would you |
| Die, die, die, die |
| Die, die, die, die |
| Die, die, die, die |
| Die, yeah, keep that shit low, low |
| Keep your voice low, uh |
| Tip toe, yeah, baby, tip toe, uh |
| Please don’t my bitch |
| One time with it, get my belt out, like |