Yung Tide - Ima Kill Myself

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I'm I'm kill my self
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Im Im kill myself get getting this money$
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coming in hot, hit me I got, whatcha need feen, you fuckin wit me, she lovin the vaporwave,
in a major way cuz all u sound the same.
fuck with the taste, stacks on a plate. Lit with the flow. . Fuck with a Saint.
You thinking you know whatcha talking about. Doubting on me, like i fuck around. Ask about me, I'm the talk of the town. I gotta your girl swell, you know she gets down.
Yung Tide So lit
Yung Tide Famous
Them sadboys gonna hate this
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Im Im Kill Myself Get Getting This Money
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i need a time machine to take me back to better days
gotta buncha people saying I'm not vaporwave
gotta spinning round house kick to your face
Fuck a dress Man i ain't ever change
I'm not a sadboy but I'll fuck your girl
oh you don't know. I thought you did
guess you yungins been sleeping talking buncha sheettt
guess you yungins been sleeping talking buncha sheettt
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Im Im Kill Myself
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Im Im Kill Myself Get Getting This Money
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drinkin the tide you kno gonna die,
fucking with death. your life is mess.
bleach on the beat bring the heat.
lit wit flow, drop to your knees.
i keep the waves coming with tunes everydays,
them sadboys be hating on every which way.
I told them fuck boys, to stay out of this game.
yall, think its real when im acting so lame?
Yung Tide So lit
Yung Tide Famous
Them sadboys gonna hate this
IMa IMa IMa IMa
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Im Im Kill Myself
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Im Im Kill Myself Get Getting This Money

Written by:
BRANDON BARNES, JOSEPH PRINCIPE, TIMOTHY MCILRATH, ZACH BLAIR

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