| They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to be the man forever
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| Like to have these bands forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to have this chance forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to have this plan forever, ever, yeah
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| I gotta get it, man, I swear to God
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| Need this shit forever, yeah
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| I gotta get it, man, I swear to God, yeah
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| You don’t know what it’s like to having these people watching you (Watching you)
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| You don’t know what it’s like to feel like you got shit to prove (Shit to prove)
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| You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t know what it’s like to move like this
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| (Like this)
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| I said you don’t know how it is, you don’t know how I live
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| Got your bitch on my dick, whole face full of kids
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| Whole face full of my kids, you don’t know where I live
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| Damn, you don’t know where I live, uh
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| Immortal, I’ma live forever
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| Immortal, I’ma live forever
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| Immortal, I’ma live forever, yeah
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| They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to be the man forever
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| Like to have these bands forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to have this chance forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to have this plan forever, ever, yeah
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| I gotta get it, man, I swear to God
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| Need this shit forever, yeah
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| I gotta get it, man, I swear to God, yeah
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| Hopping clouds in this Bentley
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| Three niggas want a problem, I go Trippie Redd with the semi
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| Red rags, we got plenty, nigga
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| In and out your block, we bust them shots
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| And we don’t stop 'til blood splatter on our Fendi
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| Fuck being friendly, nigga, I’m done with that
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| Every time I get a new whip, gotta put a gun in that
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| 'Cause when you die off in these streets, it ain’t no coming back
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| Niggas killed me in my roles and blessed my son with that
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| Niggas die young where I’m from, mamas cry young where I’m from
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| Cops, we outrun
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| It’s Westside Compton, bullets, you don’t make it out without one
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| Death or jail, that’s the outcome, we smoke without lungs
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| If you 'bout some', don’t fold when the drought come, nigga (Drought come)
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| Find you a rapper with a Richard Mille on (Richard Mille on)
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| Take his watch, hop in that rental and throw «A Milli"on («A Milli"on)
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| To a nigga in the streets, it ain’t nothing really wrong (Really on)
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| Smoke weed, fuck bitches, rap, and put your city on (Your city on)
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| To a nigga in the streets, ain’t nothing really wrong (Really wrong)
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| Smoke weed, fuck bitches, rap, and put your city on
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| They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to be the man forever
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| Like to have these bands forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to have this chance forever
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| They don’t know what it’s like to have this plan forever, ever, yeah
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| I gotta get it, man, I swear to God
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| Need this shit forever, yeah
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| I gotta get it, man, I swear to God, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Immortal , by - Trippie Redd. Song from the album !, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп