Woah, oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Die-d-die, die, die
I don't wanna die no more
Yeah, die
Die, d-die, yeah, yeah, die, d-die
I know it's been a minute since the kissin', mama
I had to get it, uh, now I'm, now I'm drippin', mama
Store the strap by the shoes, they still trippin', mama
They don't have a clue, I got the blues but I'm not Crippin', mama
Mix my red with azul, turn to somethin' I pour
40k on the chain, last year I was so broke
Where was y'all, where was y'all when I was solo?
Look in the mirror, that's my dawg, that's my dawg, solo
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah, oh
Die-d-die, die, die
I don't wanna die no more
Yeah, die
Die, d-die, yeah, yeah, die, d-die
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