Tcb Lil B - Dumb ways to die!! Lyrics

No waiting for losing
Don't seem to want to be lost
And I'm ready to fight
And I'm ready to fight

Don't need man no More
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Now the thing you say
Can not be made easy

Now the thing you say
Can not be made easy
Can not be made easy
We'll never get to win

And we'll never get to win
What you got in front of you
Say they play the reaper
Well, it ain't no surprise

That you ain't no shooper
I be stacking bodies in the sky
You dressed up
Like you came up from the sky

I'm coming through to kill y'all in the sky
I'm coming through to kill y'all in the sky
Watch them ride, never gonna die
They got a bunch of ways to die

Gotta memorize
I'm here to try
I've gotta hypnotize
Cause they're slow

You never know
You never know
They can't come from my eye
Break a lil' clock

In the sky
When they f*cking get in the bitch
I steal their house
When they f*cking get to the beach

I steal their grass
No time, no weight
We got an empty
Dedication and preparation

It's all I f*cking know
We ain't get no sleep
It's the way we grow
Speed is key, it's common

We stay in the zone
No need to rest
Slash now
I'm gonna end the zone

16 ball out there, man
We spend that heat
No time for slumber
We getting rumble

We chasing that beat
And that league gonna get beat
F*ckin' with Lil' B
You got yourself that beat

Man, you ain't shit, bruh
I just started doing this shit
I'm telling you
Lil' bitch, I ain't a what

Lil' bitch, I ain't a what
I ain't a what
I ain't able to sleep this night
We got another grind

I'm on top, this is like it
I don't even have a cow
We ride the wave
I'm out of the Oscars

We'll pay the rent
The rhythm keeps us going
We're never slowing
No sleep

I'm only trying to show
I'm on that electrical bucket
It's 35
I'm living

It's time to sleep
We're coming to be
You never thought I was gonna go play with Lil' B
Zoom, zoom, zoom

You look like you ride a bike
Electrical bucket
You look like you ride a bike
Electrical bucket

Talkin' like you gangsta, bitch
Talkin' like you gangsta, bitch
Talkin' like I really put my hands on you
F*ck that gun

F*ck all that
I put my hands on you, bitch
F*ck all that
F*ck up, man

You talkin' all that shit, man
Like you ain't
This ain't
Real beef ain't real beef, bitch

You feel me
I really get at you, boy
You feel me
It's me

Don't stand y'all
F*ck you talk
Don't stand y'all
F*ck you talk

Don't stand y'all
F*ck you talk