Till It Kills Me
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Ooh ooh
Yeah yeah
House in the hills, countin' these mills up
We gonna party, go hard till it kills us (woah)
Get a cup, get it filled up
6 am, give a fuck boy we still up
Dig in my pockets and find a hundred thou now
Send a hundred rockets on a op and hunt 'em down now
I'm in the party and you know we shut it down, wow
If they talkin' shit, then I hit 'em with a roundhouse
H-h-house up in the hills
Countin' up these mills
Boy you know I keep a filled blunt (uh huh)
Off the cuff I keep it real
Y'all are actin' fake so I know you couldn't feel us (feel us)
So shorty what's the deal?
Molly and the pills so I know you're trynna feel somethin'
And she just do it for the thrill
Cocaine with a bill but she dyin' for that real stuff
She told me that she down bad
But she know she's special
Throw a party at my crib, diamonds dancing on my bezzle
Told her come through in a split, she want me bring out the devil
Stop that fakin', why you playin?
I'm on another level than you fucks
House on the hills, countin' these mills up
We gon' party, go hard till it kills us (woah)
Get a cup, get it filled up
6 am, give a fuck, boy we still up
Dig in my pockets and find a hundred thou now
Send a hundred rockets on the ops and hunt 'em down now
I'm in the party and you know we shut it down, wow
If they talkin' shit, then I hit 'em with a roundhouse
If she need me then I'm comin'
It's freight through when I'm stuntin'
Ain't no cuffs here but we fuckin'
Drop a bag on her, it ain't nothin'
You know I ain't bluffin', oh you need it, I know
And she always gon' be there when I need her the most
So get the champagne
Ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
Ain't it crazy how your man's changed
When you ain't owed they ass a damn thing
And now I have had too much, could you come with me?
Let's all do white girl and shrooms by the g
Welcome to my world, these Hollywood hills
Livin' this lifestyle, it probably would kill you
House in the hills, countin' these mills up
We gon' party, go hard till it kills us (woah)
Get a cup, get it filled up
6 am, give a fuck boy we still up
Dig in my pockets and find a hundred thou now
Send a hundred rockets on a op and hunt 'em down now
I'm in the party and you know we shut it down, wow
If they talkin' shit then I hit 'em with a roundhouse