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i don't wanna die - y2 lyrics

d*mn
this sh*t intense
n*ggas ain’t men
k!llas ain’t friends
double edge sword
poker face again
i’m just tryna win
angels on my d*ck
ya ya ya ya ya
ayo f*ck that
doggy styled the world don’t call it a come back
type of shots ain’t getting blocked double pump that
parfait in all flavors
grew a nola state of mind now apex
every predators secondary blood is necessary
weezy baby
ugh
thirty six nina
armed sheeva
block bleeda
he ain’t dripping need a isle clean up
gang easy
stay solid
f*ck flimsy
stitch a n*gga up you think we love yeezy’s
low steppa
high rolla
life a dice game
paint a n*gga house and see a van go up
born screwed up
no diploma
gold erthang
twist a n*gga top and blew it like corona
ha ha ha ha ha
chеck out the bizarre
demon diamond piеce
take that up with jesus
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh

parked in uhaul truck let’s unload a few cones
make sure we scouting the neighborhoods that just built some new homes
unemployed so we gon need a decoy
swap a tank top for the collar so i don’t look like a d*boy
one targeted house single mother she got three boys
let’s chill and play it by the ear like a keloid
my ese in on too amazon driver
gave me all his routes told me best time to go inside it
no dogs barking in a five house radius
only hit cribs with trees cuz they the shadiest
one next door neighbor home but they in they eighties and sh*t
they won’t notice that we taking some sh*t
ooo they ain’t got the doorbell that got the camera wit it
hit this l!ck we gon have some bands to flip it
put cho m*th* f*ckin hands up n*gga
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh

kick in the door heart racing approaching the staircase
duffle bag open already
approximately a hundred twenty seconds on this home invasion
black nike baseball gloves i watch too much csi
duty calls
ooo they got this call of duty on this ps5
plus the grand theft auto
man f*ck these kids let’s hit they momma room
know this b*tch gotta ipad mini somewhere
jewelry box and check the trashcan for social security numbers
look anywhere
phone on silent it’s buzzing
i’m thinking the amazon driver just buggin
stuffing all kind of sh*t in my pocket
making my way downstairs then we mobbin
ese looked at me said we gotta problem
f*ck you mean problem
off duty cop walks up right beside me
pulls out a pistol said start m*th* f*ckin talking i said
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh
i don’t wanna die
without a million dollars
broke without a pot
to p*ss in oh my god
ugh

- y2 lyrics

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