Till we dead by Tymer Lyrics

Tymer
Yeah, we done been through a lot
I deserve a swim with these bitches
You know
(Itz alago meji San)


Chorus:
I met some cat fish
Like a whole full bag
I made a shit hole I regret
You went straight for my leg
We run wild naked
I don't cap I can't
I hide not dead
You want Money aid I connect


Verse 1:
We bounce round like a cat
Money drip like a bank
Rumour flies and I act
No shit no pretence
Imma kiss her on her neck
She a gold digger girl
Am vexed am mad
I prove like a jet
I made a million Dallas check
Long road no trek
We be gone to the next
Yeah we know we not the best
Imma force you to bed
My teeth blink like a vvs yeah
I tear like a bear
I don't cap ain't scared

Refrain:
Imma fight to the end
I spit with a pen
You got knocked down the stairs
Then you got hole in your head
We Run wild till you dead
Making money till you dead
We flex till we dead
Fucking rich till we dead


Chorus:
I made a cat fish
Like a whole full bag
We made a shit hole I regret
You went straight for my leg
We run wild naked
I don't cap I can't
I hide not dead
You want Money aid I connect


Verse 2:
I got deals nailed
Now I got time to make you love me more
Don't leave me yet
I just came in and I need some time to chill
Girl you got fine legs
You poured white on my face
I don't sniff bitch I just eat cake
Now you come in late yeah
Life got me give her heads
My sweat drop I really wan pick it
Yeah tough as hell
I sleep with my blade next to me
Am always prepared
Got my Pouch, my limo my beamer yeah
My head's ringing
Am in the world
And be in world, love it here
I wanna be here
With the check we cruising
Imma cut off some nonsense
We made a couple cool mills
We move when things cleared
I closed some mother fucking deals
We cut when we got money ear
My hands where our money is
My brains where my money is

Refrain:
Imma fight to the end
I spit with a pen
You got knocked down the stairs
Then you got hole in your head
Run wild till you dead
Making money till you dead
We flex till we dead
Fucking rich till we dead


Chorus:
I made a cat fish
Like a whole full bag
I made a shit hole I regret
You went straight for my leg
We run wild naked
I don't cap I can't
I hide not dead
You want Money aid I connect


Verse 3:
My heart beat not the same
I just love to be on top of the food chain
My blood not as bad
I just love to be different
Hey the bag we chasing
The deal better in our favours
Niggas went to loose faith
Imma scream I need help
I wan eat, not today
I got rough just a block away
My feelings are being swept
Yeah you can't build me any hell

Refrain:
Imma fight to the end
I spit with a pen
You got knocked down the stairs
Then you got hole in your head
Run wild till you dead
Fucking rich till you dead
We flex till we dead
Making money till we dead

I made a cat
Like a whole full bag