Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Boyz, artist - Troy Ave. Album song White Christmas 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Lost Boyz |
Lifestyles of the rich and shameless |
Some people get to change, some go changeless |
Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous |
Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless |
Through the TV and I’m like yo ain’t shit on |
It’s me and Pac, should be a little long hair thick joint |
It’s all before I stroke er, she workin on my shoulders |
But on a side note, what the fuck is maybe soda? |
And see my nigga since we made a trade for them gats |
I caught a body with his shit, I hope he don’t want it back |
Frontin ass nigga deserved it, please don’t judge, you ain’t perfect |
I hold court in the street and murder was the verdict |
Jewelry on, baby girl mine is my ice |
And it’s my birthday, I did 25, now life remains |
I sip the pain and twist the Jane |
Hit the flame, I just want the money, fuck the fame |
Be ashamed that they said Troy Ave that nigga |
And my bank account sayin I got low ass figures |
I am highly motivated by these broke ass niggas |
Any funny moves, know I blow smoke, yea niggas |
Lifestyles of the rich and shameless |
Some people get to change, some go changeless |
Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous |
Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless |
My partner through the decade, my codename Jefe |
Plus I’m known to whip it like Kunta Kente |
I’m for my side bitch so imagine what my lady got |
Used a Maybach like the Marriott |
Brought her for her clothes holmes |
Used her for her jewelry box and chain spot |
Just order shrimp, fried rice straight out the chain spot |
Organized crime, if it was a team I’d be on the starter 5, sippin lean with my |
guys |
Havin the same cocaine nightmares |
I wear jewelry like Nikes, brick look like iPads |
Menace to society, get something new although |
Tight cash, they think all I do is turn up songs |
You know my lifestyle, easy come, easy go |
The Panamera cleaner than a bar of soap |
I stay level headed with a Giuseppe fetish |
Guess it’s hereditary cause my dad was a felon |
Lifestyles of the rich and shameless |
Some people get to change, some go changeless |
Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous |
Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless |