Till I Die Lyrics - Fortune (deluxe Edition) - 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, n-gga 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 n-gga gon' be faded, sll the way to the AM 

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More drink, pour it up 

More weed, roll it up 

Whoa there ho, you know wassup 

Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down 

Pimps up, hoes down 

Ass up, nose down 

Damn b-tch I do it 

And this the live we chose 

Workin' all night 

Swear I'm never going broke 

And I'mma do this till I die 

And I ain't talking sh-t 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 b-tch 

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 f-ck-ng 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 sh-t, I be smoking that fire 

And she be smoking my d-ck 

More drink, pour it up 

More weed, roll it up 

Whoa there ho, you know wassup 

Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down 

Pimps up, hoes down 

Ass up, nose down 

Damn b-tch I do it 

And this the live we chose 

Workin' all night 

Swear I'm never going broke 

And I'mma do this till I die 

And I ain't talking sh-t 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 and 

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 b-tch 

More drink, pour it up 

More weed, roll it up 

Whoa there ho, you know wassup 

Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down 

Pimps up, hoes down 

Ass up, nose down 

Damn b-tch I do it 

And this the live we chose 

Workin' all night 

Swear I'm never going broke 

And I'mma do this till I die 

And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm... 

(I'm high) 

Real n-gga 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 b-tch jumping 

Got this b-tch jumpin' 

Fly... that's me...