| Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
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| Some people get to change, some go changeless
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| Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous
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| Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless
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| Through the TV and I’m like yo ain’t shit on
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| It’s me and Pac, should be a little long hair thick joint
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| It’s all before I stroke er, she workin on my shoulders
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| But on a side note, what the fuck is maybe soda?
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| And see my nigga since we made a trade for them gats
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| I caught a body with his shit, I hope he don’t want it back
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| Frontin ass nigga deserved it, please don’t judge, you ain’t perfect
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| I hold court in the street and murder was the verdict
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| Jewelry on, baby girl mine is my ice
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| And it’s my birthday, I did 25, now life remains
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| I sip the pain and twist the Jane
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| Hit the flame, I just want the money, fuck the fame
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| Be ashamed that they said Troy Ave that nigga
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| And my bank account sayin I got low ass figures
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| I am highly motivated by these broke ass niggas
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| Any funny moves, know I blow smoke, yea niggas
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| Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
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| Some people get to change, some go changeless
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| Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous
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| Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless
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| My partner through the decade, my codename Jefe
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| Plus I’m known to whip it like Kunta Kente
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| I’m for my side bitch so imagine what my lady got
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| Used a Maybach like the Marriott
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| Brought her for her clothes holmes
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| Used her for her jewelry box and chain spot
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| Just order shrimp, fried rice straight out the chain spot
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| Organized crime, if it was a team I’d be on the starter 5, sippin lean with my
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| guys
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| Havin the same cocaine nightmares
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| I wear jewelry like Nikes, brick look like iPads
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| Menace to society, get something new although
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| Tight cash, they think all I do is turn up songs
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| You know my lifestyle, easy come, easy go
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| The Panamera cleaner than a bar of soap
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| I stay level headed with a Giuseppe fetish
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| Guess it’s hereditary cause my dad was a felon
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| Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
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| Some people get to change, some go changeless
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| Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous
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| Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Boyz , by - Troy Ave. Song from the album White Christmas 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп