Till He’s Dead Lyrics ​MAJ | 2021 Song

Till He’s Dead Song Lyrics

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Till He’s Dead Lyrics ​MAJ
Till He’s Dead Lyrics ​MAJ

Song:– Till He’s Dead

Singer:– MAJ

Producer:– KesraBeats

Written:– MAJ

Till He’s Dead Lyrics ​MAJ

[Intro]
Hahaha

[Chorus]
Seven moon red blend in my system
If he keep talking like he flirting, I’ll let that .30 kiss him
Hollow tip his him head, bet nobody will miss him
Shit, I’m toxic like lead, keep shootin’, nigga, ’til he dead, ha

[Post-Chorus]
Shoot him ’til he’s dead (Uh-huh)
Shoot him ’til he’s dead (Uh-huh)
We don’t smoke no pepper, smokin’ backwoods, Trippie Redd, (Uh-huh)
If she text me in the booth (Uh-huh), I’ma leave that bitch on read (Uh-huh)
Give a fuck about your plans, bitch, I’ma tryna make these bands

[Verse]
Where I’m from, niggas don’t make it out alive
Count all the niggas I lost, shit, I’m ’bout to cry
Screamin’ “Why?,” screamin’ “Why?”
Why you didn’t take me first?
Fuckin’ your bitch, she lovin’ that shit, she gon’ squirt, uh, uh
Dick so deep, she screamin’ my name like it’s rollcall (Uh, uh)
Runnin’ to the money, Sonic the Hedgehog (Yeah, yeah)
Used to be bummy, now I rock Tommy, no Abercrombie, yeah
[?], yeah
I shoot while you running, yeah
[?] while she givin’ me neck and I swear to God this shit feel funny, yeah
All of y’all niggas is dummies, yeah
Most of y’all niggas be fuckin’ squares
Cartier shades, Dior my jacket
Long hair, I don’t fuckin’ care

[Chorus]
Seven moon red blend in my system
If he keep talking like he flirting, I’ll let that .30 kiss him
Hollow tip his him head, bet nobody will miss him
Shit, I’m toxic like lead, keep shootin’, nigga, ’til he dead, ha

[Post-Chorus]
Shoot him ’til he’s dead (Uh-huh)
Shoot him ’til he’s dead (Uh-huh)
We don’t smoke no pepper, smokin’ backwoods, Trippie Redd, (Uh-huh)
If she text me in the booth (Uh-huh), I’ma leave that bitch on read (Uh-huh)
Give a fuck about your plans, bitch, I’ma tryna make these bands

Video Of Till He’s Dead Song

https://youtu.be/JcQYSfXHA8M

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