
Til I Diee Summrs
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[Pre-Intro]
I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own
[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Go, go, go (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ha (Woah)
Ha, ha, ha
Go, go, go, go (Woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own
I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own
[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Go, go, go (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ha (Woah)
Ha, ha, ha
Go, go, go, go (Woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me
I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me
Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me
I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie
I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome
She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone
Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on
I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own
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