Love Me to Death
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
You still 'gon hear about it
I'm just hoping, I'm hoping
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
I'm just praying the hoes ain't catching feelings
I just been biting my tongue
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
All these bitches gonna love me to death
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Man, I told you, I told you
Think about the hearts
You'll be breaking if you run up in
My place and blow my brains out
Before you pull them things out
Think about the women you're affecting
When you sending all those shots
In my direction, hey now
I'm not scared of y'all
, I'll take a shot for real
But my father made
Me tough as hell, don't hunt
What you can't kill buddy
And if they shoot me down
My team'll make sure my shoes get filled
And all they pretty girls
Will meet each other at the funeral
I put glue on my triggers, I
Just stick to my guns
I got too many bitches and I can
Never pick one
I got room for some killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that
Chillin' and they just wanna get fucked
I just hope that I can love
Them when I'm breathing
Before I leave them here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that
These hoes ain't catching feelings when they come around
Cause someone'll
Probably shoot me down
When they do they
'Gon love me to death
All these hoes love me to death
When they shoot me
Down they 'gon love me to death
All these bitches gonna love me to death
I bet that I got lipstick
On my collar when they
Kill me from a bitch that I just met
And I ain't gonna run
They 'gon have to hit me
In the lungs if they want
Me to get murdered for the bread
I been hangin' out the
Sunroof in the limo yelling "catch me if you can"
And ain't nobody tryna chase me, chase me
I been rollin' with a
Target on my shirt screaming
"Hurry up and kill me"
Not a single bullet grazed me
I been in Compton with
Some killers who know
About the hoes back home
Who miss me like they
Can't aim
And if you're the one
Who shoots me down
Make sure no one knows
If you planning a vacation to LA
I got shooters that with
Me, they put you in the trunk
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Ain't no rules in the city
If it ain't where you from
I'm not losing my voice
, I just been biting my tongue
I put glue on my triggers
, I just stick to my guns
I got too many bitches
You know I never pick one
I got room for some
Killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that
' And they just wanna get fucked
I just hope that I can love
Them when I'm breathing
Before I leave them here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that
These hoes ain't catching
Feelings when they come around
Cause someone'll
Probably shoot me down
When they do they
'Gon love me to death
All these hoes love me to death
When they shoot me
Down they 'gon love me to death
All these bitches
Gonna love me to death
I got shooters that with
Me, they put you in the trunk
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Ain't no rules in the city
If it ain't where you from
I'm not losing my voice
, I just been biting my tongue
I put glue on my triggers
You know I stick to my guns
I got too many bitches
You know I never pick one
I got room for some
Killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that
Chillin I'm' and they just wanna get fucked
You already know
You still 'gon hear about it
I'm just hoping, I'm hoping
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
I'm just praying the hoes ain't catching feelings
I just been biting my tongue
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
All these bitches gonna love me to death
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Man, I told you, I told you
Think about the hearts
You'll be breaking if you run up in
My place and blow my brains out
Before you pull them things out
Think about the women you're affecting
When you sending all those shots
In my direction, hey now
I'm not scared of y'all
, I'll take a shot for real
But my father made
Me tough as hell, don't hunt
What you can't kill buddy
And if they shoot me down
My team'll make sure my shoes get filled
And all they pretty girls
Will meet each other at the funeral
I put glue on my triggers, I
Just stick to my guns
I got too many bitches and I can
Never pick one
I got room for some killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that
Chillin' and they just wanna get fucked
I just hope that I can love
Them when I'm breathing
Before I leave them here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that
These hoes ain't catching feelings when they come around
Cause someone'll
Probably shoot me down
When they do they
'Gon love me to death
All these hoes love me to death
When they shoot me
Down they 'gon love me to death
All these bitches gonna love me to death
I bet that I got lipstick
On my collar when they
Kill me from a bitch that I just met
And I ain't gonna run
They 'gon have to hit me
In the lungs if they want
Me to get murdered for the bread
I been hangin' out the
Sunroof in the limo yelling "catch me if you can"
And ain't nobody tryna chase me, chase me
I been rollin' with a
Target on my shirt screaming
"Hurry up and kill me"
Not a single bullet grazed me
I been in Compton with
Some killers who know
About the hoes back home
Who miss me like they
Can't aim
And if you're the one
Who shoots me down
Make sure no one knows
If you planning a vacation to LA
I got shooters that with
Me, they put you in the trunk
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Ain't no rules in the city
If it ain't where you from
I'm not losing my voice
, I just been biting my tongue
I put glue on my triggers
, I just stick to my guns
I got too many bitches
You know I never pick one
I got room for some
Killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that
' And they just wanna get fucked
I just hope that I can love
Them when I'm breathing
Before I leave them here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that
These hoes ain't catching
Feelings when they come around
Cause someone'll
Probably shoot me down
When they do they
'Gon love me to death
All these hoes love me to death
When they shoot me
Down they 'gon love me to death
All these bitches
Gonna love me to death
I got shooters that with
Me, they put you in the trunk
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Ain't no rules in the city
If it ain't where you from
I'm not losing my voice
, I just been biting my tongue
I put glue on my triggers
You know I stick to my guns
I got too many bitches
You know I never pick one
I got room for some
Killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that
Chillin I'm' and they just wanna get fucked
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Writer(s): Tom Macdonald
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