Timberland - Kill Yourself | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Timberland
• Kill Yourself

Get out..Get out! You can't be in here
You have to get out
I emplore you Please
Please
Your all going to die down here..
(static high bitch)

(Timbaland:)

It's life or death
Either one
The king is back
Take heat and run
I piss and take a shit on ur beat for fun
I killed the game
I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me
Don't make me laugh
I run this shit they just chase my ass
I ain't talkin shit nigga
Just tellin the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin from niggas is whack
I be hearin these niggas
What they say in they rhymes
I took my spot nobody gave me mine
I make the beats that Boom Boom Boom! in they trunk
U disagree homie then go on and jump
U can bump ur gun
U can say what u want
Thats all u gon do cuz yall niggas is punks
I'm number one you ain't number shit
When they need a hit I'm who they gon' and get
Talk to me

(Chorus:)

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you wont fuck wit me I wont fuck with u
We can do it how eva u wanna do
Nigga if u don't fuck with me I wont fuck with u
Gon' head
Kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself
Don't kill yourself kill your self kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn' fell myself don' kill your self kill your self
Kill your self don' kill yourself kill your self kill your self
If I was you I wouldn't fell myself

Im tired of niggas
Niggas is tired
U ain't a G
I see bitch in ur eyes
If u close to me
U suposed to be
But most of u rap niggas is hoes to me
Wherever u from
The question I ask

Is do u think I give a fuck
Riddle me that
'Cause in my hood and u jump into hell and back
This industry shit to hell wit that
I seen em come I seen em go
I doubt if u can show me sum'in I ain't seen before
Who suposed to be in charge? I need to know
When I shake ur hand im a step on ur toe
Go getch a gun go getch a click
I'mma be ride here chillin wit yo bitch
You mad at me 'cause I'm gettin rich
Well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip, pop nigga!

(Chorus:)

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you wont fuck wit me I wont fuck with u
We can do it how eva u wanna do
Nigga if u don't fuck with me I wont fuck with u
Gon' head
Kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself
Don't kill yourself kill your self kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn' fell myself don't kill your self kill your self
Kill your self don't kill yourself kill your self kill your self
If I was you I wouldn' fell myself

See my heart
Feel my pain
Some of dese stars some is lames
How they follow little trends to get they famne
I ain't snappin my damn fingers to get in the game
U claim u rich
Show me son
If u got so many dollas then loan me one
Fools think they killas they own a gun
When u no u bout as sweet as a honey bun
Trash your broads behind a bar
Like you dat dude frontin hard
Vip bands don't make u a star
Like we really still don't no who the fuck u are
Don't talk behind my back just call me nigga
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive ya
If u still wanna hang
We'll come to get ya
Put the rope around ur neck and jump my nigga!

(Demonic Voice:)

Your all going to die down here
Get out get out
You cant be in here
You're all going to die down here

Timberland еще тексты