Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Ain't Bout That Life, artist - Waka Flocka Flame.
Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
U Ain't Bout That Life |
U ain’t bout that life |
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back |
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,. |
'til I rest in peace |
U ain’t bout that life |
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya |
U ain’t bout that life |
He flexin', he flexin' |
He ain’t never flip a brick, flip a pound |
He don’t know how that chopper really kick |
He ain’t never lose a doggy, that pussy nigga innocent |
He ain’t have the wrap it 30 times just to kill the weed scent |
Them tattoos and that jury don’t make you hardest |
And your coochy rap about it in your car garage |
You fake as hell, fake as shit, counterfeit |
You a fraud under pressure, tell quicker than your broad |
Type to hit your hood with a bodyguard |
That so not squad, young’uns, they will pull your cars |
U ain’t bout that life |
I could tell the same nigga on the streets or in jail but |
U ain’t bout that life |
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back |
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,. |
'til I rest in peace |
U ain’t bout that life |
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya |
U ain’t bout that life |
Big ball and no bite, big mouth and no fight |
Flip this motherfucker fo' that bitch fine |
No matter but he ain’t right |
Earned my G stripes as I’m livin' |
I’m a robbin' it |
Hell when Chelsea needs slap automo |
I’m with your friend Lucas |
He ain’t 'bout that life, he ain’t 'bout that life |
We know the boy gets talkin' |
200 hundred rounds in your project |
At that same store barkin' |
I told what the fuck? |
They said Diddy is fucked |
Then all that false clappin', that gang bangin', throwin' the wrong sets up |
Manicurin' their nails and their toes |
2020, get his… in his faces |
I’m 'bout that life, Yodi |
I’m a thin it like a Tobe |
The brick squad and the Dante Marv |
Who the fuck it? |
U ain’t bout that life |
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back |
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,. |
'til I rest in peace |
U ain’t bout that life |
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya |
U ain’t bout that life |
You ain’t 'bout that life, You ain’t got no stripes |
You talked and took but you ain’t tryna fight |
Let this fucker sell it all his life, he’s so |
Aks somebody brought in the hood his whole life |
Talkin' 'bout you got prize, you work at Popeye’s |
Ain’t never sell no work, he was too scared to go outside |
Get up in that booth and he Tony Montana |
Ain’t got a hundred grand, clamin' you king of Atlanta |
You ain’t 'bout that life, young bitch you got a invention |
Virgins, don’t let 'em fuckin' get you when you’re splurgin' |
You ain’t 'bout that life hoe, same signome |
Cause I can tell how you talk, it ain’t signals |
U ain’t bout that life |
So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back |
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,. |
'til I rest in peace |
U ain’t bout that life |
So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya |
U ain’t bout that life |