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delirium (rapper) - till i'm dead كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ride until i’m—
ride until i’m dead or ’til i—

[chorus]
(perfect)
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop_pop_pop_pop
d_d_d_d_dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop (perfect)

ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop_pop_pop_pop
d_d_d_d_dеad or ’til i make these tirеs pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop (perfect)

[verse]
ridin’ till i’m dead, hoe, bullets to your mental
hit you with that bap_bap, and now you under tombstone
that chrome up on my neck until my motherf_ckin’ neck broke
ridin’ in that civic, leave that p_ssy boy in tire smoke
tell ’em, “eat a d_ck, p_ssy motherf_cker, die slow”
you could get your body wrapped like motherf_ckin’ cairo
step across that line, and p_ssy boy, you goin’ viral
and you ain’t stand on nothin’, b_tch, you p_ssies got no spinal
catch me slidin’ in them vips, we ridin’ in some he_rs_s
c_ckin’ back that f_ckin’ matte black, p_ssy boy, it’s time for curtains
know we cuttin’ up them corners like some motherf_ckin’ surgeons
got them askin’ like, “who did it?” boy, you know i did it— (perfect)
who the f_ck is that?
i_i_i don’t know, but we ain’t f_ckin’ with your sound
and we ain’t f_ckin’ with the music
like, b_tch, i really do this, these cubans like some nooses
that p_ssy got a problem, got that .223 solution
i got seven reasons i don’t f_ck with anybody
like, every move i make, i see a motherf_cker copy
and every bag i get, i get a couple tryna block me
these p_ssies got no motion, so they movin’ h_lla oppy
i can’t f_ck with these clones feel like obi_wan ken0bi
g_got these p_ssies tryna know me just so they can get a verse
i’ma put you in a he_rs_ ‘fore you get me for some work
boy, i came up out the dirt, p_ssy boy, you gettin’ curved
you a slave to this game, i already shed my chains on ’em
d_ck suckin’ for the fame, you a lame, and i ain’t f_ck with ’em
p_poppin’ out the shadows just to show them how my game different
thinkin’ we the same? there ain’t no way, p_ssy, you straight trippin’
ride until i’m—
[chorus]
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop_pop_pop_pop
d_d_d_d_dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop (perfect)

ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires pop_pop_pop_pop
d_d_d_d_dead or ’til i make these tires pop
ride until i’m dead or ’til i make these tires—

- delirium rapper

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