Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Still gonna hear about it
I just hope that I can love ′em when I'm breathing
Heard some rumors about us, they talking dumb like they drunk
I′m just praying that these hoes ain't catching feelings
I ain't losing my voice, 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 that I love you, I love you, I love you
Think about the hearts that you′ll be breaking
If you run up in the crib 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
And if they shoot me down, my team make sure my shoes get filled
And all the 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, I could 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 'em when I'm breathing
Before I leave ′em here and go to Jesus
I′m just praying that these hoes ain't catching feelings
When they come around ′cause someone probably shoot me down
When they do, they gon' love me to death
All these hoes will love me to death
When they shoot me down, they′ll love me to death
All these bitches gonna love me to death, yeah
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 out of breath
I've been hanging out the sunroof in the limo
Yelling "Catch me if you can"
And ain't nobody tryna chase me
I′ve been rolling with a target on my shirt
Screaming "Hurry up and kill me"
Not a single bullet grazed me
I′ve been out in Compton with some killers
And they know about the hoes at home that miss me like they can't hang
And if you′re the one that shoots me down
Make sure that no one finds out 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′s not where you from
I ain't losing my voice, I′m just 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, they on my list at the club
I got groupies that chillin' and they just wanna get fucked
I just hope that I can love 'em when I′m breathing
Before I leave ′em here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that these hoes ain′t catching feelings
When they come around 'cause someone probably shoot me down
When they do, they gon′ love me to death
All these hoes will love me to death
When they shoot me down, they'll love me to death
All these bitches gonna love me to death, yeah
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's not where you from
I ain't 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, they on my list at the club
And I got groupies that chillin′ and they just wanna get fucked
Writer(s): Tom Macdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
