Till I Die (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean) - Chris Brown

Yo, this Virginia

Straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk

Golds and my mouth and they put 26’s on Benzo’s

Dirt roads, back wood

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

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

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 I’mma 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

Ok, wow, bow

Look at me now, chief like a 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 ho, 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 cat nap

Hold up, hold up woah

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 ho, you know wassup

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 I’mma do this till I die

And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…

(I’m high)

Smoking, choking, always rollin’ something

I don’t need a key to start my car

Bitch I just push a button and did a show

Got a half a mill and spent it like it’s nothing

Money flowing, never sober

Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion

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 and I’m living it

Fucking little bitch

More drink, pour it up

More weed, roll it up

Whoa there ho, you know wassup

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 I’mma do this till I die

And I ain’t talking shit just cause I’m, just cause I’m…

(I’m high)

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…