Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life I Love, artist - Camp Lo. Album song Ragtime Hightimes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Life I Love |
| Whoo… whoo |
| And baby let me tell you |
| Whoo… whoo |
| It’s a quarter on the Mars, on the FDR |
| No roof flying cars, sparkling stars |
| Headed up to the all of them, and my trunk got candy |
| Niggas might be walking, zero and she’s so flamby |
| I never drop off, get the pedi and breeze |
| But as soon as I enter the room foreign trainer go squeeze |
| Set it up, let it up, glad I it never happen |
| Call 45th, make them lift, magic mark, bite your blood |
| Six carat Cavaliers, diamond crooks |
| Master imaginary numbers, in a glass menagerie |
| Captain Marvel, lightning bolts, light them up |
| After they marvel at us, marching with a million market mix of the Exodus |
| Unless they pay us out they overs, or pull up with explosives |
| Natural bliss and potion, submarine in a ocean floor |
| Rations last a couple years for, crooks are relaxing |
| And we regroup the army for another year |
| Let me tell you about this life I love |
| It’s a really paradise, ski mask and loaded gloves |
| Cooks after the only life I love |
| Two crooks enter, heading for they get away car |
| Let me tell you about this life I love |
| It’s a really paradise, ski mask and loaded gloves |
| Cooks after the only life I love |
| Two crooks enter, heading for they get away car |
| Twilight, tasmania, gold gremlins |
| Safari fatese, money drop, my resemblance to zilly gold God |
| Am aiming at him with double mask, annex bubble bath |
| Like suga, ivory, triple style, I was high on crack in the crevices |
| Cooler than the climb cause my mind has another switch |
| Polar hill, figure eight, gas can’t get enough of it |
| Under the mattress, calculus, we was dropping another shit |
| Baby when I tell you I love you, I mean it’s life |
| Baby when I tell you I need you, I mean these lights |
| Tonight am feeling lucky so baby blow on these dice |
| See low, head cracking tonight |
| It’s like a pen of dose, the denim |
| Convicted vixens, let whistlers perform by your hear |
| No tan or more ass, new usher room, new montage |
| Take out all targets, bullseye |
| Bang 8 balls, 8 shots |
| Let me tell you about this life I love |
| It’s a really paradise, ski mask and loaded gloves |
| Cooks after the only life I love |
| Two crooks enter, heading for they get away car |
| Let me tell you about this life I love |
| It’s a really paradise, ski mask and loaded gloves |
| Cooks after the only life I love |
| Two crooks enter, heading for they get away car |
| Whoo… whoo |
| And baby let me tell you |
| Whoo… whoo |