Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Life, artist - Juicy J. Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Life |
| This is the life, I wouldn’t change it |
| Walking in the club, like I’m famous |
| Poppin Champagne, and now I’m drinking |
| This is the life, I ain’t complaining |
| This is the life, this is the life |
| I’m ballen |
| Field goal touchdown, |
| Everyday got the 30 |
| 30 get a nigga ghost like Kirby |
| Sean John jerzy |
| Putting in overtime, full time working |
| Floating down just to open up early |
| never stop serving |
| just to pour the syrup in |
| Say I’m gassed up, pat my back, make me burp it |
| Much too fly |
| I’m so fresh to death, that Imma go and buy |
| White girl wanna suck me like a slerpy |
| Now she with the whole |
| This is the lif, I wouldn’t change it |
| Walking in the club, like I’m famous |
| Poppin Champagn, and now I’m drinking |
| This is the life, I ain’t complaining |
| This is the life, this is the life |
| It goes bank teller, car dealer |
| Where the real niggas go, they be like Gotti, what’s good nigga? |
| I reply shit, I’m just tryna get it |
| full of hoes, they just tryna kick it |
| Baby daddy mad, Gotti got that stupid swag |
| Red bottom shoes for me, fuck the price tag |
| Walking in 20 pounds a quarter |
| nigga that’s a tripple double |
| That’s balling, shot clock |
| wife beater |
| This the life, better tell 'em, Trip |
| Friday, Saturday, Sunday, nigga made a hundred flip |
| Let a hundred rip |
| Trunk whole hood with me, Miami trip |
| Miami bitch, she kinda thick |
| She a model, but I treat her like a hood bitch |
| It’s Yo Gotti! |
| This is the life, I wouldn’t change it |
| Walking in the club, like I’m famous |
| Poppin Champagne, and now I’m drinking |
| This is the life, I ain’t complaining |
| This is the life, this is the life |
| A couple million dollars ain’t nothing |
| A couple hoes round me wearing nothing |
| Pull up in the double R, I’m stunting |
| Black card in the wallet, they love me |
| Smoked out, everyday |
| Stoner’s night, every night |
| Bombay, set it on ice |
| I was talking cold diamonds, just to clairify |
| Twin Glock on me, just to tairify |
| Any fuck nigga, who try to play me |
| Having baby |
| That’s the trippy life, and I love it |
| Whole lotta cash out in public |
| Got a bad bitch that used to work at K.O.D |
| Now she work from home, and bring that cake to me |
| Cause being told what to do, is all these hoes see |
| This is the life, I wouldn’t change it |
| Walking in the club, like I’m famous |
| Poppin Champagne, and now I’m drinking |
| This is the life, I ain’t complaining |
| This is the life, this is the life |
| Walk up in the club, dope boy strut |
| Young made nigga, on that dope boy stuff |
| Hawty said she wonder how a dope boy fuck |
| She say that she never swalloed a dope boy nut |
| International balling, and I ain’t talking Soccer |
| Only thing about it, I get caught, I’m getting locked up |
| Drinking like pimps, smoking like a rockstar |
| Way before I had a quarter million, in the chopper |
| Ran them bands up, and got them haters upset |
| Word onthe streets, Young Dolph up next |
| Walk up in the club, ike I’m famous |
| Hundred karots on the necklace, just a |
| Shoot first, we ain’t doing no explaining |
| Two shots to the head, make him famous |
| I got my money out the streets, and never had to touch the white |
| This is the life, this is the life |
| This is the life, I wouldn’t change it |
| Walking in the club, like I’m famous |
| Poppin Champagne, and now I’m drinking |
| This is the life, I ain’t complaining |
| This is the life, this is the life |