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timbaland feat sebastian attitude - kill yourself lyrics

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get out, get out, you can’t be in here
you have to get out.
i implore you, please, please
you’re all going to die down here

it’s life or death, either one
the king is back to heat and run
i p-ss and take a sh-t on your 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 sh-t, babe just chase my -ss
i ain’t talkin’ sh-t n-gg- just tellin’ the facts
i think all the tracks i’m hearin’ from n-gg-s is whack

i be hearin’ this n-gg-s, what they say in their rimes
i took my spot, n-body gave me mine
i make the beats, that “boom boom boom” in their trunks
you disagree homie then go on in the junk

you can pump your gun, you can say what you want
that’s all you gon’ do ’cause you n-gg-s is punk
i’m number one, you ain’t number sh-t
when they need a hit, who do they come to get, talk to me

if you got love for me i got love for you
if you won’t f-ck with me i won’t f-ck with you
we can do it however you wanna do
n-gg- if you won’t f-ck with me i won’t f-ck with you

go ‘head
kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
kill yourself, kill yourself
if i was you i wouldn’t feel myself

go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
kill yourself, kill yourself
if i was you i wouldn’t feel myself

i’m tired of n-gg-s, n-gg-s is tired
you ain’t a g, i see b-tch in your eyes
if you’re close to me, you’re supposed to be
but most you rap n-gg-s is hoes to me

wherever you from, the question i ask
is do you think i give a f-ck, belittle me that
’cause you in my hood and you dump into h-ll and back
this sinister sh-t, to h-ll with that

i seen them come, i seen them go
i doubt if you can show me something i ain’t seen before
who’s supposed to be in charge, i need to know
when i shake your hand, i’ma step on your toe

go get your gun, go get your clique
i’ma be right here chillin’ with your b-tch
you mad at me ’cause i’m getting’ rich?
put the pistol to your head and enter the clip, f-ck n-gg-

if you got love for me i got love for you
if you won’t f-ck with me i won’t f-ck with you
we can do it however you wanna do
n-gg- if you won’t f-ck with me i won’t f-ck with you

go ‘head
kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
kill yourself, kill yourself
if i was you i wouldn’t feel myself

go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
kill yourself, kill yourself
if i was you i wouldn’t feel myself

see my heart, feel my pain
some is stars, some is lames
how they follow little trans to get they fame
i ain’t snap my d-mn fingers to get in the game

you claim you rich, show me son
if you got so many dollars then owe me one
fools think they’re killers they own a gun
when you know you bought a suit it’s a honey bun

trashy broads, final bar
like you tattooed your frontnin’ heart
vip bands don’t make you a star
like we really still don’t know who the f-ck you are

don’t talk behind my back, just call me n-gg-
move my heart to the side, make room to forgive ya
if you still wanna hang, we’ll come to get ya
put the rope around your neck, jump my n-gg-

you’re all going to die down here
get out get out, you can’t be in here
you’re all going to die down here

- timbaland feat sebastian attitude lyrics

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