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Price on My Own Head Video (MV)




Performed By: Danny Hatem
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Daniel Hatem




Danny Hatem - Price on My Own Head Lyrics
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I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but myself
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but my, but my, but myself
Ay, point a pistol at the police
Might OD, pills and powder til' my nose bleed
Cup full of lean, face tats with the gold teeth
Melly my own homies, just so y'all can get to know me
I'm not joking, I might short the plug like Smokey
Run off with his Rollie, get faded hit the gas full speed
Come back next week fronting like he owe me
Low key, y'all gon' f*ck with me when I don't breathe
No more, oh no, don't know what you got til' it's gone
Meet my favorite rapper then pull off with his broad
You ain't really popping til' that coffin gets locked
50 taught it might take a couple shots to get on
Might go ghost on em, watch em switch
Watch em flip, seen em do that shit with Nip
Like you was really there supporting and shit
Fronting like you was in the front row, you know you a bitch
I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but myself
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but my, but my, but my motherf*ckin' self
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I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but myself
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but my, but my, but myself
Ay, point a pistol at the police
Might OD, pills and powder til' my nose bleed
Cup full of lean, face tats with the gold teeth
Melly my own homies, just so y'all can get to know me
I'm not joking, I might short the plug like Smokey
Run off with his Rollie, get faded hit the gas full speed
Come back next week fronting like he owe me
Low key, y'all gon' f*ck with me when I don't breathe
No more, oh no, don't know what you got til' it's gone
Meet my favorite rapper then pull off with his broad
You ain't really popping til' that coffin gets locked
50 taught it might take a couple shots to get on
Might go ghost on em, watch em switch
Watch em flip, seen em do that shit with Nip
Like you was really there supporting and shit
Fronting like you was in the front row, you know you a bitch
I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a price on my own head
They don't love you til you dead, gone, gone, dead
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but myself
I might put a hit out on myself
Nobody putting hits out but my, but my, but my motherf*ckin' self
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Writer: Daniel Hatem
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