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'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
'Til I D-I-E
'Til I D-I-E-I-E-I-E
Get crunk,

Tell me who's that name? Tell me who's that name? E.D.D.I.E
E.D.D.I.E. that Warrior Street Soldier Beat Folder yo it's over it's E.D.D.I.E
E.D.D.I.E

always before you
But for you to be me Will make you D I E Boy
D I E
D I E Boy
D I E
D I E Boy
D I E
D I E Boy
D I E
D I E Boy
They know when I'm present

die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna

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D.I.E.M.Y.D.A.R.L.I.N.G
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I D Ę sam sobie I D Ę przez miasto
I D Ę sam sobie I D Ę

Wstałem dziś o ósmej rano i przemyłem oczy
Zjadłem sobie śniadanie przy muzyce je się

Talkin' like machines in the lobby who came here to body
From the navy back to the marines and the army

B-a-d-d-i-e
B-a-d-d-i-e
My b-a-d-d-i-e
You my

Oh my gosh hocus
Ah Ha Ha
Keeso In This Bihh
(Vaze on the track boy)
On god
On god
(D.I.E.)
(Somebody gone D.I.E.)
D.I.E. somebody gone d.i.e. they

(What)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (Aye)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (J Bird On The Fucking Beat)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (What)

on l’a fais
J’appelle poto riley pour des prods maléfiques
De passage en cabine je fais parler ma folie 

D I E F D I E F D I E F
Prêt à briser les chaînes

I write some lyrics to wake you from insanity
My motherly infamy wish you will D I E

I write some lyrics to wake you from insanity
My motherly

make kids cry and sob
Why'd you choose to teach us all
When you love to make us small
R O W D I E
R O W D I E
The only thing you did teach me
The only

they see my team
Don't you lie, you just want my life, wanna be like me
VIP, I'm a VIP, till I D-I-E

All about dough like Key Glock
I just want a Roli,

had crossed the line
Tears had broke the record time
Forgive me for what I know
Coz all I ever wanted to do was to D.I.E D.I.E
Forgetting all the pain

what I do
I'll be your P.Y.T
I'ma love you till I D.I.E
P.Y.T
Ima love you till I D.I.E
She gave you hell
I just want wedding bells
Come and see with me

I pray to God
I pray to God
For all my enemies
I keep my head up
On a swivel
I can't D I E
I got these angels
In my camp
You put a price on me
I

the key up in the east
D.I.E till I die for the street yeah yeah

I'll be home three
Late nights I been thinking in my sleep
I’m with Griffin with the key

There'll be no mercy
D.I.E.
DIE
You've lost your chances
DIE
We've lost our patience
DIE
Your time has come now
D.I.E do it eventually

It's getting worse

Crab Apple Kids

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E

Me No D.I.E.
Me No
Me No R.I.P
K.O.D. O.D
But that
But that D for free
VVV On Me
V V v veee
Me like B.I.G
Biggy bigy
Me No D.I.E
OG no O.D
Me No

field
That girl makes me wanna D.I. E
Booty so big yeah B. I. G
Got the whole room laughing hehehe
Thanking God for that booty
That girl makes me wanna

玩 玩 玩
我要玩 I'm feeling right feeling right ayeeee
我要玩 till I die till I die ayee
我要玩 I'm feeling right feeling right ayeeee
我要玩 till I D.I.E till I

Aynjewl Faycc
I.Q.

You cant take nuthin’ from me
Only my life when I D-I-E
When I D-I-E i’n’t nuthin’ to me
You takin’ from the people
What um given

Til I D.I.E yeah
Ima be the man until I bleed yeah 
Turn up the whole game that shits OG yeah 
Putting sand between my mamas feet yeah 
Gang On Gang

5am shit
Til I D.I.E.
You ain't riding til I

Nigga you ain't riding til I D.I.E.
Til I DIE
Til I DIE
Nigga you ain't riding you ain't riding you