Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life's A Bitch, artist - Jucee Froot. Date of issue: 09.03.2020
Song language: English
Life's A Bitch |
| Jucee |
| Loyal 100 |
| Started from shit, I got this shit from out the bottom |
| All my niggas that’s gone |
| Just know I ain’t forgot about 'em (FlyBoy and Coo) |
| Niggas thinking that shit sweet, bitch, we blowing sour |
| Might have came up out the pussy |
| I ain’t ever been a coward |
| Always taught to get that money first |
| You want it, then you gotta work |
| You made mistakes, you had to learn |
| You don’t even wanna crack a smirk |
| You know that times is getting worse |
| And all the pain you didn’t deserve |
| Your momma waiting on the third |
| Your people treat you like the worm |
| Until you fly, it’s early bird |
| I’m feeling like this shit is cursed |
| They ride the Wraith, it ain’t no surf |
| They got the juice, I make 'em burp |
| I make it shake, I make it twerk |
| I say it loud, I say it proud |
| I know I got 'em scared now |
| And I’m on their head now |
| So, they gon' hold their head down |
| But get your nuts off of me |
| On me for so long |
| When they get a choke off of me |
| Hunnit bands |
| I been fucked off on it |
| Real recognize real, and I see you as phony |
| I guess my heart was too good |
| I wish that I could get 'em all out the hood |
| You know these bitches just be barking up wood |
| And all these niggas trying to get them a jewel |
| But the plug didn’t wanna do him no good, so he ran off on it |
| Took a chance and bossed on him |
| Caught him slipping, now the brakes out on it |
| Now you see the thots off him |
| I gotta give it to you raw, I’m talking no rubber |
| Body bag the beat, then put it in my duffel |
| Banging down your block, I’m talking big drums |
| This for all them ones that had to sleep in cold without the cover |
| Life of bosses, chocolates, where the truffles? |
| Tell 'em at the bottom |
| One time for the money |
| Two times for the show |
| Three times if you got a bankroll |
| Thirty-inch weave and the mink lashes long |
| Blowing good loud and the pack extra strong |
| Get in your bag |
| Get in your bag |
| She throw all that |
| They throw all cash |
| Get in your bag |
| Get in your bag |
| She throw all that |
| They throw all cash |
| Where my money-making bitches, pussy clean and they head right? |
| Only fuck with a nigga if you know the bread right |
| I don’t want no motherfucking drink |
| Who gon' pay tonight? |
| Put this pussy all up in his face |
| Have you ate tonight? |
| You can’t stay tonight? |
| You late another night? |
| You better make it right |
| Cause imma up the price |
| You never fuck 'em twice |
| Cut it like a slice |
| They don’t believe the hype |
| These niggas living different lives |
| Hold position, sit aside |
| Diamonds glisten with your eyes |
| These little bitches get it poppin' in the ride |
| Tick, tick, tick, don’t hit my line |
| Making money, don’t be insane |
| If you take it all, then they make it rain |
| And the pussy stay wet, he gon' need a drank |
| Better pop that pussy and do something strange |
| One time for the money |
| Two times for the show |
| Three times if you got a bankroll |
| Thirty-inch weave and the mink lashes long |
| Blowing good loud and the pack extra strong |
| Get in your bag |
| Get in your bag |
| She throw all that |
| They throw all cash |
| Get in your bag |
| Get in your bag |
| She throw all that |
| They throw all cash |
| Baby, you were made for this |
| Look how far you came with this |
| Houses on some acres shit |
| Ballin' like some Lakers shit |
| Life’s a bitch, well, tell 'em thank the bitch |
| Type of bitch that hold your ankle shit |
| Take your pick, take a risk, talk to your kids, blow a kiss |
| Whoever gon' teach 'em the game |
| Had to struggle to maintain |
| We gon' see some better days |
| I just hate it ain’t today |
| I ain’t focused on the fame |
| I’m just trying to get my change |
| Throwing shots against my name |
| Why they wanna see me slain? |