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Don't Kill

Lil Wayne


And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these fuck-niggas?
Man, shit ain't never smell this good
Are them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over

Bitch come kill my time, but bitch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
Oh my God it feel like coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy stella
Tell them hoes I got that victoria secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra
Me and my niggas, we got bad bitches up in the pool
Bad bitches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shit night school
And life is a bitch on her cycle, delightful
Got hoes on that powder, like light blue

Nice move, now king me nigga
Bad-ass bitch, you see me with her
We on that gt vodka
Straight out the bottle, genie nigga
The difference between me and these
Niggas is I go hard and they go wrong
She say: "hit it from the back", I'm tryin'
To leave that crack alone baby

And if she love me, I'mma love her back
Who inditin' all the tough niggas?
We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these niggas, wake me up when it's all over

Street sweepers and millimeters, aks and skateboards
Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nigga to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard niggas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em
I'm smokin' on that hulk hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's hoe-in'
And all my bars be barcoded
Them ymcmb stars glowin'
Hate a hoe-nigga, like anchovies

My young bitch keep on snappin' on me
I told that bitch I ain't posin'
That pussy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them niggas keep talkin' shit
I make you eat your words and bite ya tongue
And when the guns ring, I'm the ring leader
Got them hoes on pins and needles
I'm so high, I left earth and ran into venus and serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner

Don't worry about me, nigga I'm 100 like a high fever
Got pounds takin' up closet space, guns all in my bitch crib
Since all you niggas fly now, bugs all on my windshield, uh
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fuck with her
Man I wish a motherfucker would
I feel like a hockey puck nigga

Way too cold to die young
Way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young
Give these niggas the cold shoulder
Sleepin' with a bad bitch
Another bitch when I roll over
We fuck until we fall asleep
Wake up and do it all over, uh
What up five?
Kendrick, what up five?

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