| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| Woo
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, woo
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, bitch, my life is great, uh
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| Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah
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| Young nigga go ape
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| Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire)
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| You might die today (Yeah)
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| Nigga, that’s God’s plan, that’s not Drake’s, yeah
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| Gettin' too much cake
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| I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)
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| Woo, young nigga brought out them blues (Yeah)
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| Flexin' on you and your crew (Yeah)
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| Fuck her then give her the boot (Bitch)
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| I gotta go, gotta move (I gotta)
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| I’m a real smooth lil' dude (Smooth)
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| Balenci runners, you fool (Yeah)
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| Don’t feel like tyin' my shoes (Nah), yeah
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| Bitch I drip-drop swag, yeah (Drop)
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| I got big big racks, yeah (Racks)
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| Don’t even check tags, yeah (I don’t check)
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| So much cash, I brag (So much, so much)
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| Don’t care 'bout my past, yeah (I don’t care)
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| Leave it where it’s at, yeah
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| You keep gettin' mad, yeah
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| I keep gettin' racks, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, bitch, my life is great, uh
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| Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah
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| Young nigga go ape
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| Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire)
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| You might die today (Yeah)
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| Nigga, that’s God’s plan, that’s not Drake’s, yeah
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| Gettin' too much cake
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| I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)
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| I’m gettin' too much cake (I'm gettin' too much)
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| But I want some more
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| And I dropped that «Russian Cream» because I want all smoke
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| And you can come and ask your ho, she gon' tell you I’m dope (Glizzock)
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| Freshest young nigga livin', yeah you already know, uh
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| Bitch my life is great, no time for fake, no time to play, uh
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| Bitch I’m gettin' this cake while you just hate, stay in your place, uh
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| Backwood to the face, my heart start race, this blunt feel laced, yeah
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| Pull up with the K and let it cop like «A Bay Bay,» yeah
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| Came from out the mud, now they bookin' me at clubs, yeah
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| Chillin' with my thugs, on stage with them pistols tucked, uh
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| Play, you know what’s up, flip a nigga, bitch, we young and buck
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| Pull up in that, «What the fuck?» |
| They like, «This a car or truck?»
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| Bitch, my life is great, uh
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| Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah
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| Young nigga go ape
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| Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire)
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| You might die today (Yeah)
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| Nigga, that’s God’s plan, that’s not Drake’s, yeah
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| Gettin' too much cake
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| I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Is Great , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glockoma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп