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Artist/Band: Tyga
Lyrics for Song: We Don't Die
Lyrics for Album: The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty [2014]



[Verse 1]

Good evening, kidnap you for the weekend

Something to please me

Pardon how I drive, swerving, drinking Hennessy frequently

Yea, dim your lighters, these niggas ain't half as decent

No respect, and they gonna need it, walk into a giant breathin'

I'm hot

Been at the top, niggas just hide in my spot

Don't want me to pop but my shit steamin' like a smoke shop

Love in hearts, I lost cause niggas done died, then girls fall off

Gossippin' bout me, that's just Molotov

Stuntin' on niggas like man

He fresh, a big timer, sick rhymer Headliner, lock pick, I'm gone find ya

Never met a bitch that resemble Madonna

But this blonde bitch beggin' to kick it but I don't need no drama

Got one baby mama

I'm tryin' to live honest

Only time can tell, what's timeless, Rolex in diamonds

When I die that casket better cost 100 thou

Shut the fuck up, let me spend it, living for right now



[Hook]

Till the day I die

I told my girl to ride, big girl don't cry

Floating at the top, can't get no higher

Thought mama told you not to play with fire

Play with fire

We don't die

Run into the jungle, tryna stay alive

Truth to yourself, never been no liar

Thought mama told you not to play with fire

Play with fire



[Verse 2]

Drop a Biggie, no Pun intended

Stop pretending you fucking women's lives up,

Cassy nigga, perfect attendance

5 Percenters running they own shit but they sprinters

Got the Cheville, yellow paint I call it Kobe finish

Low pros swerve the curve, you fucking nerds

Nine Mili chef, boyardee don't get swerved

Don't remember half of yesterday, my whole life's a blur

Killers that'll ride for me and they don't say a fuckin' word

Words, splurging urgently, I got the fucking urge

Ultimately too adult for you, someone pass the hors d'oeuvres

Buying low tops, only time me and you prolly converse

Getting overlapped, or leaving your peers behind, what's worse?



[Bridge]

Till the day I die

Prayin' over my shoulder, protect me my God

I know times is hard but can't get no harder

Need some motivation if I'm gonna get farther

Just keep going harder



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

No privacy this time of week, trying to fulfill the prophecy

Ducking as the tires screech, somebody die right next to me

The block'll see, most of them not in my favor, they just (?) for me

Light up your house, that was Christmas Eve

Dump you out over water, call it overseas

With some foreign bitches that don't got ID's

Vacation, Jamaica, that was a good time for me

Life of luxury, teach my kids royalty

Yea



[Hook]


Album Lyrics: The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty [2014]


Tyga
"The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty [2014]"


1. Hookah
2. Real Deal
3. Wait For A Minute
4. We Don't Die