| S-l-a u-g-h t-e-r-h-o-u-s-e
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| Yes we are the best in the biz
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| The west in the bitch
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| This eastside money over coochie man
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| 645 when dip through the burbs
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| I be on my gucci man
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| Smash on the gas, kick a bitch to the curb
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| House in the hills, thousands and mills
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| Getting wild in the field with your spouse in brazil
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| On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
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| To count dollar bills that I found off skills
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| Check it out, jets fly private
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| Nigga s5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip
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| I’m in bed stuy with my chick
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| On my westside fly shit
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| Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
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| Left eye side kick
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| Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls
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| These bitches wall to wall
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| And they love…
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| This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
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| This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
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| Jets fly private, nigga s5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip
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| This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
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| Jets fly private, nigga s5 hybrid, baby test drive my whip
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| This is my motherfucking life (my life, oh yeah)
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| This is my motherfucking life
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| Sometimes I look around and I just
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| I just can’t believe it
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| I’m on a high like a falsetto
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| Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
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| My eyes just quit
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| Look what I’m seeing, my life just shifted
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| I feel like I’m breathing
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| Light that spliff, now I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight
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| I’m steaming
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| 'Tron in my cup, holding mine up, toasting to the slut that I know I’m gon’fuck
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| In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep
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| Then kick the bitch out when I wake up Even though baby girl got a large ol’ass
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| I remember praying that my car goes last
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| Now my car so fast that I don’t think you’ll understand it in a murcielago dash
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| When you ride through the dirt and you work til it hurt than you end up on marshall’s staff
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| Hoping that your granny get to see you at the grammy’s
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| Get a call from your family that your grandma passed
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| Then you know what you promised her
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| So that you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava
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| So proud to be part of a conglomerate, like this
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| Every time that they? |
| us Put your hands up high if you’re happy you made it It’s a been a sleep when I say it What a success story
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| When the film plays it gets less gory
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| My son didn’t know who his pop was for years
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| Now it’s less maury, god put it there as a test for me Used to walk around with a vest at 40
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| Cops tryna mess hall me Now babes with the 44f's adore me I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy
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| Now the fans approach I get paranoid
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| Where I’m from tell me never let you’re guard rest
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| But it’s simple to disregard stress
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| Hoes run to the pole and they far fetched
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| Now jets fly high shit
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| That panamera porsche that’s ryan’s fly whip
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| As a kid I was playing tag, now I’m it!
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| For those of ya’ll that don’t remember me
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| I’m a detroit old parker
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| Went from no office to offers
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| I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office
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| And so far I don’t really need to own my city
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| Just as long as the d is on my fitted
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| My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride
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| This is the motherfucking life |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - Slaughterhouse. Album song welcome to: OUR HOUSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп