The Life

I-20

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    [Verse 1:]
    Nigga I'm a sign and tell, baby I'm a stunna
    Got poppy on the line and we about to talk numbers
    Suite full of bitches, squad full of shooters
    Cartier frames, watch Franck Muller
    Three piece Newman that I just got Tailor
    E Saint Lebanon's shoes nigga I don't do gators
    Passport stamp five first class tickets
    And a trunk full of white, it's about to be Christmas
    Catch a nigga poolside south beach mode
    Prime 1 12 or the lobby of the load
    Making wages out in Vegas while the feds taking pictures
    Bet it all in one road dawg ya can't take it with'cha
    A nigga never slippin in the dash
    I got medal of a Porsche 911 that'll raise the thront level
    Nigga this the life, I don't talk it cause I live it
    Walk with a nigga let me teach you how to pive it, uh

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    Boss of the bosses, G until they bury me
    I ain't taking loss, can't no nigga worry me
    Nigga we be sowing out (uh) kush we be blowing out (uh)
    I'm getting money in this bitch time to throw it out (yeah)
    Throw it out (yeah) I'm a throw it out
    We getting money in this bitch time to throw it out (yeah)
    Throw it out (yeah) I'm a throw it out
    We getting money in this bitch time to throw it out (yeah)

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    [Verse 2:]
    Let me make it clear, this money I'm a pile high
    Fuck it in my level, welcome to the mile high
    Prices going sky high do as you directed it
    Matta fact I am Wi-Fi baby I'm connected
    Nigga I'm a ball off, I ain't try'na fall off
    Presidential suite having dinner at the Waldorf
    They try'na knock us all off, tell me if you with me
    Crib in the birth nigga condo in the city
    Birds in the trunk, first up out the kitchen
    Catch a nigga sitting courtside balling down at Phillip's
    Move a couple chickens, I tell you what the ticket like
    Brand new paper tag and I ain't pay the stick-up price
    Welcome to a nigga life, tell me what'chu think of it
    Bottles of that Rosay, Ion't even drink or sip
    Sliding though the A, peaking through my tint
    I'm going for the gold every day is an event, uh

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