| U ain’t bout that life
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| So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back
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| on y’all
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So you ain’t never get it out the streets
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| Dip and doge the police,. |
| 'til I rest in peace
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| He flexin', he flexin'
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| He ain’t never flip a brick, flip a pound
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| He don’t know how that chopper really kick
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| He ain’t never lose a doggy, that pussy nigga innocent
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| He ain’t have the wrap it 30 times just to kill the weed scent
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| Them tattoos and that jury don’t make you hardest
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| And your coochy rap about it in your car garage
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| You fake as hell, fake as shit, counterfeit
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| You a fraud under pressure, tell quicker than your broad
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| Type to hit your hood with a bodyguard
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| That so not squad, young’uns, they will pull your cars
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| I could tell the same nigga on the streets or in jail but
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back
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| on y’all
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So you ain’t never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,.
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| 'til I rest in peace
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| Big ball and no bite, big mouth and no fight
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| Flip this motherfucker fo' that bitch fine
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| No matter but he ain’t right
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| Earned my G stripes as I’m livin'
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| I’m a robbin' it
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| Hell when Chelsea needs slap automo
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| I’m with your friend Lucas
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| He ain’t 'bout that life, he ain’t 'bout that life
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| We know the boy gets talkin'
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| 200 hundred rounds in your project
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| At that same store barkin'
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| I told what the fuck? |
| They said Diddy is fucked
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| Then all that false clappin', that gang bangin', throwin' the wrong sets up
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| Manicurin' their nails and their toes
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| 2020, get his… in his faces
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| I’m 'bout that life, Yodi
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| I’m a thin it like a Tobe
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| The brick squad and the Dante Marv
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| Who the fuck it?
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back
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| on y’all
|
| U ain’t bout that life
|
| So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
|
| U ain’t bout that life
|
| So you ain’t never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,.
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| 'til I rest in peace
|
| U ain’t bout that life
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| So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| You ain’t 'bout that life, You ain’t got no stripes
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| You talked and took but you ain’t tryna fight
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| Let this fucker sell it all his life, he’s so
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| Aks somebody brought in the hood his whole life
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| Talkin' 'bout you got prize, you work at Popeye’s
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| Ain’t never sell no work, he was too scared to go outside
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| Get up in that booth and he Tony Montana
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| Ain’t got a hundred grand, clamin' you king of Atlanta
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| You ain’t 'bout that life, young bitch you got a invention
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| Virgins, don’t let 'em fuckin' get you when you’re splurgin'
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| You ain’t 'bout that life hoe, same signome
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| Cause I can tell how you talk, it ain’t signals
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back
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| on y’all
|
| U ain’t bout that life
|
| So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that
|
| U ain’t bout that life
|
| So you ain’t never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,.
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| 'til I rest in peace
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| U ain’t bout that life
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| So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya
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| U ain’t bout that life |