SHE TOLD ME TO KILL MYSELF letra SMRTDEATH

She Told Me to Kill Myself Letra y Canción

Smrtdeath ft. lil aaron

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SHE TOLD ME TO KILL MYSELF es una canción de Smrtdeath y lil aaron del año 2020, este tema está incluido dentro del disco Somethjngs Wrong.

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'She Told Me to Kill Myself'

She told me to kill myself
Like I haven't been working on it
I don't think it's real I yell
Wishing that I was dead every morning
Now I'm 'bout to feel myself
I been gassing it, let's be honest
Baby, Imma real one well
Ima do whatever I'm living nonsense

She told me to die like I don't already want to
I lay awake at night thinking 'bout shit that I can't undo
As long as I'm alive, got some money Ima run through
I'm just here for the night, shawty told me I should come through
But I dont' wanna talk, just want a shot
Throw some guap and get some top
I'm feelin' hot to the top, I ain't gon' stop
Don't f*** with shawty, she an opp
I bet she gets that a lot, I bet she gets that a lot
Yea
And I'm doing alright without you
I'm fine without you (I'm fine without you)
Yea
And bitch Ima shine without you
And die without you

She told me to kill myself
Like I haven't been working on it
I don't think it's real I yell
Wishing that I was dead every morning
Now I'm 'bout to feel myself
I been gassing it, let's be honest
Baby, Imma real one well
Ima do whatever I'm living nonsense

I been workin' on dying like I made beats for uzi
Tryna hurt me, I'm trying too, if I'm winning I'm losing
Every time you hit my line I'm like the f*** are you doing
I left all that shit behind, now they mad cuz I'm moving
But none of it means anything
Lately I been getting things
Lately I been getting inked
I get the the cheque and let it sing
Pockets full of phetamines
My fit it cost a wedding ring
Yeah lookin' like a rocker, Imma 'bout to cop a seven string
Baby, to be real, you don't even know me like that
Sethany like Rick Ross, how these hoes can't hold me back

She told me to kill myself
Like I haven't been working on it
I don't think it's real I yell
Wishing that I was dead every morning
Now I'm 'bout to feel myself
I been gassing it, let's be honest
Baby, Imma real one well
Ima do whatever I'm living nonsense