You Wanna Die
"Just Might Be"
Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!
Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!
Aye man get your mutherfuckin hands away from my syrup man
Livin life bro, I'm happy
Baby you know that I might be the realest little nigga you ever gone see
Baby you know that I might be trillest little nigga that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet
All of these niggas they know that they fallin' and everyone wanna be me
All of these bitches don't wanna be cheated on but all these bitches wan' cheat
All of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine
Feed me, feed me
These pussy niggas tighter than a wedgie, weegee
I live life like a sniper, they can't see me, see me
Her heart like an old diaper, I can't leave it, leave it
I'm drinkin' on this motherfuckin' mud
Okay my fuckin' back pocket is fat like a butt
I swear I'm a blood, I can never be your cause
You can roger that like my motherfuckin' buzz (Losie!)
I'll bippoty-bop, then stick it and fade
I keep some coke and the rocks on me everyday
I got a bitch with a yacht missin in the bay
Come here choke me if you wan' go on a date
I'll make bail within' the first 48
I'll give her the stick
She gone get a clip, bigger than a porn star dick
And I need new casting, for a porn star clip
That's called breathin', that's how you let that bitch breathe fool
Okay you know all my diamonds got no flaws
Momma move to 85 north, not 85 south
I think these hoes piranhas, excluding my baby momma
I take care my daddy momma by pullin' up with them bundles
If I ain't treat you good little baby just know it's karma
You did my nigga wrong, I know it, it was last summer
Lyin' to me, tellin' me I'm the bomb like Osama
I wish I could spend 50 bands on tour for grandmama
I'd crack that nigga head with a bottle
I could never call, not a fed, not a cop
Niggas sit on the bench and I said do ya'll
YSL scream: for the red crew, we got it right on
Niggas got me on my syrup in this Bentley, see ya'll
That little bitch just want birds and you know I said ya'll
She gone act just like a clitoris with them feds and act dumb
She might act like she know Bird when them players in there
Yeah I'm a crazy motherfucker, fool
I got on [?] but you know I'm still drippin' you know what I'm sayin'
Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!
Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!
Aye man get your mutherfuckin hands away from my syrup man
Livin life bro, I'm happy
Baby you know that I might be the realest little nigga you ever gone see
Baby you know that I might be trillest little nigga that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet
All of these niggas they know that they fallin' and everyone wanna be me
All of these bitches don't wanna be cheated on but all these bitches wan' cheat
All of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine
Feed me, feed me
These pussy niggas tighter than a wedgie, weegee
I live life like a sniper, they can't see me, see me
Her heart like an old diaper, I can't leave it, leave it
I'm drinkin' on this motherfuckin' mud
Okay my fuckin' back pocket is fat like a butt
I swear I'm a blood, I can never be your cause
You can roger that like my motherfuckin' buzz (Losie!)
I'll bippoty-bop, then stick it and fade
I keep some coke and the rocks on me everyday
I got a bitch with a yacht missin in the bay
Come here choke me if you wan' go on a date
I'll make bail within' the first 48
I'll give her the stick
She gone get a clip, bigger than a porn star dick
And I need new casting, for a porn star clip
That's called breathin', that's how you let that bitch breathe fool
Okay you know all my diamonds got no flaws
Momma move to 85 north, not 85 south
I think these hoes piranhas, excluding my baby momma
I take care my daddy momma by pullin' up with them bundles
If I ain't treat you good little baby just know it's karma
You did my nigga wrong, I know it, it was last summer
Lyin' to me, tellin' me I'm the bomb like Osama
I wish I could spend 50 bands on tour for grandmama
I'd crack that nigga head with a bottle
I could never call, not a fed, not a cop
Niggas sit on the bench and I said do ya'll
YSL scream: for the red crew, we got it right on
Niggas got me on my syrup in this Bentley, see ya'll
That little bitch just want birds and you know I said ya'll
She gone act just like a clitoris with them feds and act dumb
She might act like she know Bird when them players in there
Yeah I'm a crazy motherfucker, fool
I got on [?] but you know I'm still drippin' you know what I'm sayin'
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Pierre Mau Sourice, Pierre Yves Sourice, Christophe Maurice Sourice, Thierry Henri Fernand Meanard
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