| Ain’t life grand
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| You’re workin to the bone
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| You’re givin it, then it’s gone
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| You keep on or you don’t
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| Ain’t life grand
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| You’re workin to the bone
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| You’re givin it, then it’s gone
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| You keep on or you don’t
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| Ain’t life grand
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| Yeah
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| This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit
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| A hit’s a hit though, but took I ain’t forget this shit
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| But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit
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| But y’all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit
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| I hit a lick with it, but now I’m feelin brand new
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| It’s time to reinvent again and win again
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| So can you, put on that loop
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| Split the blunt and food
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| And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group
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| We outlast and outclass these vagabonds
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| Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton
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| See my medicine, as an adolescent one was
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| Black eyes and Babylon, shit that’s what I’m proud I’m from
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| And What I have become is a major fact that one
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| They don’t mention much, but trust they know that cracker’s on
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| Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don’t let me intrude
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| Smoke the blunt and eat your food
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| You sit and wonder 'bout it
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| You hope and wish you got it
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| You try your best to hide it
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| You’ll have to keep from cryin
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| (Ain't life grand)
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| One day your on a high then
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| Next day you wished you died
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| Folks hate it when you’re ballin
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| They’d rather see you gone
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| This is me man
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| I just bust, I don’t adjust much
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| To bust what this month left, I’m huff puff
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| On the hush hush, they’ll never touch us
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| Dis-a-gust the national, that’s putt putt
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| I’m in the Butt Hut, fucked up some wet
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| Uncut, untucked, tryin help me one up
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| One OC 8, oh makes me a whole
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| Entirely different type of a-hole
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| Gotta proper bank roll, betty drop that thing slow
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| Motherfuckin load the devil thing like it swoll
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| Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets
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| Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday
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| Bubba K’ll never sway, born and bred in GA
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| I love Troy but it never was no play
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| It’s like my fourhead stacks off a baby put it
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| They find it stankin in Tennessee, here they wouldn’t (find ya, ho)
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| In conclusion
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| Listen to me when I’m talkin to you young fella
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| It’s fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella
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| I’ll probably never be a number one seller
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| Might of been beige, but I never was yella
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| And when I saw yella, I don’t mean yella
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| As in light skin, I just mean the type when
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| The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then
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| Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin
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| Oh yeah, I will go there
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| Cause I’m from nowhere and I really don’t care
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| If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear
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| My hand across the face, when I put it on there
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| I’m a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate
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| I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it
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| This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues
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| You never did like me, but you had to pretend to
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| Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew
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| Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew
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| Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed
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| This whole fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch)
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| Ain’t life grand …
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| Ain’t life grand …
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| Ain’t life grand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Life Grand (feat. Scar) , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Song from the album The Charm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп