| Well, in these times, well at least to I
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| It’s a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like
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| That’s why I put the flow in a cocoon
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| Transform it into something new
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| Created my winter raps in June
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| Stored them in the vineyard, it’ll be November when you hear em
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| I bought these J’s in '99, you just seeing 'em now
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| You might see me on TV with 'em
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| Might see me in the streets conversating with killers
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| I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches
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| Or on planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
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| Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
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| Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
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| Thought we was all men here
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| Where did all of these mice come from?
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| Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'
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| Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I’m tryna write somethin'
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| One life we live, highed up
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| Everybody wishing they was us
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| It’s easy to see
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| I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
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| And the million dollar plan
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| Right quick, hit a quick right
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| In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes
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| I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
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| Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
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| Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'
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| Pull him to the side, get him right, I’m getting high
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| Tryna keep my profile low
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| Hoes digging after my gold, I’m on 'em though
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| Commando, Rambo, ammo
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| Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I’m sayin'
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| I’m finna roll, babygirl, you playin'
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| Fourteen inch Dana Danes with the white walls on the Cutlass
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| With the suede buckets
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| Or the Regal with the Vogues and the mayonnaise mustard tires
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| My Mob bitch like
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| 'Who them new niggas?' |
| She don’t trust them guys
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| Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes
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| It’s treacherous and it’s live |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Life , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп