Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Life , by - Nick Prosper. Release date: 26.03.2018
Song language: English
On My Life |
| On my life, I’ma flex, fuck the rest |
| On a hunt for the bread, and the checks |
| Diamonds cold like my ex on my chest |
| Siping drink, I spilled a drink up on my vest |
| Everyone think that they on shit |
| I pull up and getting with profit |
| Designer drip down to the boxes |
| Their life was inviting them honors |
| Don’t get mad, get a bag, fuck the rest |
| Just be glad, pop a tag, leave em |
| Smoking dough like a rockstar |
| Heavy bag like a boxer |
| Red, red jeans like a rocker |
| Driving fast, fuck the coppers |
| I’m smoking on terrorist pack |
| I’m fucking your bitch from the back |
| I give that dick, that she nasty |
| Where she be seating she lack |
| Fuck it, I do what I do |
| Diamonds they hang out the Coup |
| Pull up, we breaking the roof |
| Oh god, I flex |
| Don’t place shit on my neck |
| Oh god, I flex |
| Yo shwaty give me neck |
| On my life, I’ma flex, fuck the rest |
| On a hunt for the bread, and the checks |
| Diamonds cold like my ex on my chest |
| Siping drink, I spilled a drink up on my vest |
| Everyone think that they on shit |
| I pull up and getting with profit |
| Designer drip down to the boxes |
| life was inviting them honors |
| Don’t get mad, get a bag, fuck the rest |
| Just be glad, pop a tag, leave em |
| Smoking dough like a rockstar |
| Heavy bag like a boxer |
| Red, red jeans like a rocker |
| Driving fast, fuck the coppers |
| (Damn Floss, why is this so rare) |