Robb Bank$, Tokyo Vanity - DI34M3 ...Again lyrics

Die for a nigga die for a nigga
Would you really die for a nigga?
Die for a nigga
Would you really die for a nigga?
(Die for me)
Die for the boss (Die for the boss)
Lie for the boss (Lie for the boss)
Ride for the boss (Ride for the boss)
Cry for the boss (Cry for the boss)
Tell me what's?, tell me what's loss
If you stickin' to the script
You can find God
When I ask you the question
Just answer precise
Would you take your own life for me?

Would you die for me? Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then
Bleed out on the floor would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now


Shawty, would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then
Bleed out on the floor would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now

Standing ovation, cl-cl-cl-clap that ass
"applausing" yeah, came you with yo' nigga
But bustin' in her?
She dribble and bounce it
I might turn into Spalding
Love & Basketball, yeah
Fuck with Nia the long way yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the trap right now tryna parlay
I might fuck Drake sister, iCarly
You might stall out, bitch, don't start me!
And I'm in a Honda Civic with a
Enough money to buy a Lamborghi-ni
Feed me rappers and they trash beats!
I bet I clear em all up, like a vaccine
I'm spittin' on a black couch like a casting
She having flashbacks
I see her from your POV
Yeah, bitch need some discipline
Glock with her thirsty
DP a bitch, better pray I don't?
Yeah, ever got fingered with a clip?
Yeah, that's rough sex
Gun powder on ya pussy lips, oh
You a tough bitch
I know what you thinking "He a nasty nigga
Dirty nigga"
I ain't never did none of that shit, man
I was just fuckin' with ya
But you know I did shoot a nigga
In the street with a dirty pistol
How you think I got teardrops on my
Face? I really hurt a nigga
She say I'm way way too aggressive
Now she skrrt a nigga
Yeah, I put that pistol to her face
But I was just flirting with her!

Would you die for me? Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then
Bleed out on the floor would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now
Shawty, would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then
Bleed out on the floor would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now

Real bitches get down on the
Floor in a drop top
Make that pussy pop like a
Old bitch at a sockhop
Designer bags on the floor
The 40 got the Glock hot
I'm a flashy bitch, rocking Gucci
Never TopShop bitches steady hating
I can never make the opp hot
Catch me with Lil Nene and my
4 up at the top spot
All my bitches they gone ride
But look like she finna slide
Gang up in this bitch screaming
"Fuck the other side!"
Bitches wanna be down with me
But ya mama raised a hoe
Buckin' all on Twitter, bitch
You do that shit for show
I ain't got no clowns with me
Bitch all my niggas slimes
Snuck them straps up on the club, bitch
They do it all the time
Yeah, nigga, I'll die for you
But you can't have no hoes
If I find out 'bout that bitch
Then we going blow for blow
I'll ride for you, put that gun up in my name
If they whip this bitch over, then
You better take the blame, bitch!

Die for me? Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then
Bleed out on the floor would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now
Shawty, would you die for me?
Get your brains blown
Stand in front the gun then
Bleed out on the floor would you die for me?
Get laid face down
You said you want a thug, don't be scared now

And I'm ain't playing
Bitch who don't take that charge
They putting you on a t-shirt