Don’t Kill - Intellectual

[Chorus]

And if I fuck her, she gon' get attached

Who invited all these fuck-niggas?

Man, shit ain't ever smell this good

Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?

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

[Verse 1]

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 ho's on that powder, like light blue

Nice move, now king me nigga

Badass bitch, you seen 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

[Chorus]

And if she love me, I'mma love her back

Who indictin' 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

Sleepin' with a bad bitch, wake me up when it's all over

I'm so tired of these nigga's, wake me up when it's all over

[Verse 2]

Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's 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 ho-in'

And all my bars be barcoded

These YMCMB stars glowin'

Hate a ho-nigga, like anchovies

My young bitch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bitch I ain't posing

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 your tongue

And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader

Got those ho's 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 one-

Hundred like a high fever

Got pounds takin' up closet space

Guns all in my bitch crib

Since all you nigga's fly now, bugs all on my windshield

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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