Letra de Till I Die - Chris Brown

[Chris Brown]
Yo, West Virginia
Straight from the country, right there wit' my kinfolk
Golds in my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's
Dirt roads, back woods
They got weed but I've been dope
Ratchet, nigga 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 nigga gon' be faded, all the way to the AM yeah

[Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there hoe, you know what's up
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn, bitch I do it
And this the life we chose

Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And imma do this till I die
And I ain't talking shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm...
(I'm high)
Oh God, oh God

Okay, wow, bow
Look at me now, chief like an Indian
Talkin' in clouds, I'm high as a bitch
I'm talking to clouds
Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
I super soak that hoe, show 'em no love just throw 'em a towel

Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, 'cause I'm so fucking in style, wow
New crib, crash that, Drove here, cab back
Now knock that pussy out, yeah that's just a little catnap
Hold up, hold up whoa
Don't be smoking my shit, I be smoking that fire
And she be smoking my dick

More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there hoe, you know what's up
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
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And this the life we chose

Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And imma do this till I die
And I ain't talking shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm...
(I'm high)

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking, choking, always rollin' something
I don't need a key to start my car
Bitch 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 concussions, no discussions
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 niggas 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 it and I'm living it
Fucking little bitch

[Big Sean]
More drink, pour it up
More weed, roll it up
Whoa there hoe, you know what's up
Quit hoggin' the blunt bitch, slow down

Pimps up, hoes down
Ass up, nose down
Damn bitch I do it
And this the live we chose

Workin' all night
Swear I'm never going broke
And imma do this till I die
And I ain't talking shit just 'cause I'm, just 'cause I'm...
(I'm high)

[Chris Brown]
Real nigga 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 bitch jumping
Ah! Finally got this bitch jumping
Got this bitch jumpin'
Fly, that's me.