Love Me to Death - Tom MacDonald

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
You still gon' hear about it

I'm just hoping, I'm hoping
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 b_tches gonna love me to death
Heard some rumors about us
They talking dumb like they drunk
Man, I told you, I told 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 buddy
And if they shoot me down my team make sure my shoes get filled
And all they 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 b_tches, I can never pick one
I got room for some killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that chilling and they just wanna get f_cked

I just hope that I can love them when I'm breathing
Before I leave them here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that these hoes ain't catching feelings when they come around
'Cause someone'll probably shoot me down
When they do they gon' love me to death
(All these hoes love me to death)
When they shoot me down they gon' love me to death
(All these b_tches gonna love me to death, yeah)

I bet that I got lipstick on my collar when they kill me from a b_tch 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 for the bread
I been hanging out the sunroof in the limo yelling "Catch me if you can"
And ain't nobody tryna chase me, chase me
I been rolling with a target on my shirt screaming "Hurry up and kill me"
Not a single bullet grazed me
I been out in Compton with some killers and they know about the hoes at home who miss me like they can't aim
And if you're the one who shoots me down, make sure no one knows 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'm not losing my voice, I just been biting my tongue
I put glue on my triggers, I just stick to my guns
I got too many b_tches, you know I never pick one
I got room for some killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that chilling and they just wanna get f_cked

I just hope that I can love them when I'm breathing
Before I leave them here and go to Jesus
I'm just praying that these hoes ain't catching feelings when they come around
'Cause someone'll probably shoot me down
When they do they gon' love me to death
(All these hoes love me to death)
When they shoot me down they'll love me to death
(All these b_tches gonna love me to death)

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 ain't where you from
I'm 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 b_tches, you know I never pick one
I got room for some killers, on my list at the club
I got groupies that chilling and they just wanna get f_cked

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