| My life is a movie
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| This rap shit is a hobby
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| I’m fucked up in this club
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| And if you with me, you somebody
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| I’m a cool ass chick
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| But I ain’t got no time to talk
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| If these niggas getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out (my life is a movie)
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out
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| If you really getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out (go)
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| Bring dem bands out (my life is a movie)
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out
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| If you really getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out
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| Okay, if molly say I’m popping
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| Then I guess I’m really famous
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| I heard Mary’s getting jealous
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| Let her burn like Usher Raymond
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| No confessions, but I’m cocky
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| Flow so cold, we can play hockey
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| Got this boxer on my wrist
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| Cause evidently bitch I’m Rocky
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| I dumbed it down for the stupid chicks
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| Tell her wrap it up, first aid kit
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| If you hit my line, don’t be surprised
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| If I’m on the move, like a road trip
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| Are we there yet?
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| Cause I’m so inpatient
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| All my niggas got an occupation
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| And if they don’t, I put them on the stove
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| And if you get me hot, then I’ma let em taste it
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| Stad down, fingers up
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| Swisher loaded, rental truck
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| Fat pack, no lunch sack
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| But I’m eating good, I should have been a chef
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| My hats off to my bitch Lucci
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| My best friend, life introduced me
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| Move boo, look what money do
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| We don’t hit the club without a camera crew
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| Cause we
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out (my life is a movie)
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out
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| If you really getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out (go)
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| Bring dem bands out (my life is a movie)
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out
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| If you really getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out
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| Okay it’s Lucci Vee
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| I’m checking in
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| Wanna verse with me
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| Better break a band
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| Make a lotta dough
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| I’m the baking man
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| But no patty cake, talking Benjamin
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| Shout out to Tink, she a G fo' show
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| Keep the beat up, that’s nice and flow
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| And my pussy real sweet, like a Popsicle
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| So my nigga eat it up like Pappadeaux
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| I’m balling bitch, Superbowl
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| Short hair busser, Ocho
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| Look up to me
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| I’m a god to hoes
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| Cause I’m stacking bread, got a mean loaf
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| That’s all me, no drinks
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| Straight flexin' on em', ballet
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| And I get a lot of cheese, like souffle
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| Plus the money rolling in, by the bouquet
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| See me coming, move out my way
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| Ya’ll want beef, she better grab a steak
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| With these clown hoes, I will not play
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| Cause I’ll hit it first, like Ray J
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| So don’t fuck with me, cause you know I’m worth it
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| Top me off, just like I earned it
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| It’s Lucci Vee and Tink G
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| Bring dem bands out, you wanna fuck with me
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out (my life is a movie)
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out
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| If you really getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out (go)
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| Bring dem bands out (my life is a movie)
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| Bring dem, bring dem bands out
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| If you really getting money
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| Tell em' bring dem bands out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Rock 'n' Roll Into Something Beautiful , by - Bob Baldwin. Song from the album Rejoice, in the genre Джаз