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die tonight - guilla lyrics

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verse 1

she bit into my heart and said it tasted bitter
i bit into her neck and said it tasted better
on the outside i’m looking winner
on the inside i couldn’t be deader

product of the scars that we can’t see
longing for the time that i can’t seem
to get back, a waste a life
misanthropic, in my taste of life

a n*gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
gun to my head and i squeeze it tight
then i think to myself f*ck that yeah right

i got p*ssy to ride
i got money oblivged
i got n*ggas for life
i got bread divide
shades on my face dollar sign on my eye
and just rolled a wood don’t be k!lling my vibe

bad lil shawty gon twerk
she gon get the d imma work
imma get the purse
if i don’t get it back imma be a f*ckinh curse
if a hater in the way man send for the hurst
(if a n*gga got shade mans send for the hurst)
imma hustle till i get a bag
might need a pump like a n*gga in drag
pull up in a lemon but i left in a jag
top down smoked up back to the pad
bounce

while you n*ggas put the p*ssy chain wax
i’m to busy tryna get a mayback
if a ya mans got beef from way back
make a n*gga bleed out like a tanpax ugh
what’s my f*cking name b*tch

hook
product of the scars that we can’t see
longing for the time that i can’t seem
to get back, a waste a life
misanthropic, in my taste of life

a n*gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
a n*gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light

imma get the bag
imma get the bag

verse 2
imma get the bag
if a n*ggas get mad
i hope you got sh*lls like a mother f*cking crab
while these chumps get sad
imma need a rag
drip so hard leave a puddle path

when it came to the math
never skipped a class
phd like when i’m counting up the cash

blunt full of gas
90 on the das
leave you in the dust
like you living in the past

all i do is
get the newest
oh le do it
i influence
mother f*ckers like you
if rap really dead imma f*cking die too
or defribulate it back like a f*cking raichu
imma get it
pull stings like violinist
vile menace
grind hard like a f*ckinh dentist
ball hard like i’m playing tennis
pop bands like an epidemic
light work

chilling wid a bitty on alert
she just popped a molly made the p*ssy go bizzerk
i hit it in some timbs like i came from new york
then i’m peeling out the block like skrt skrt skrt (skrt)

(imma get the bag)

while you n*ggas put the p*ssy chain wax
i’m to busy tryna get a mayback
if a ya mans got beef from way back
make a n*gga bleed out like a tanpax ugh
what’s my f*cking name b*tch

hook
product of the scars that we can’t see
longing for the time that i can’t seem
to get back, a waste a life
misanthropic, in my taste of life

a n*gga like me wanna die tonight
prayers hands up when i see the light
gun to my head and i squeeze it tight
then i think to myself f*ck that yeah right

i always got a magnum like a cowboy
cuz imma slither in like in malfow

while you n*ggas put the p*ssy chain wax
i’m to busy tryna get a mayback
if a ya mans got beef from way back
make a n*gga bleed out like a tanpax ugh
what’s my f*cking name b*tch

- guilla lyrics

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