| I run this shit like a leader, ayy
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| I collect all my time like a meter, ayy
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| Measure your time out the beaker, ayy
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| And we gon' pour up this shit by the liter, yeah
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| Bitch wanna check my, bet she wanna check how I get fly
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| Peep this shit like a bird, mean eye
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| Baby ain’t no worries, we high
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| Gon' check the urgency
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| Sit back countin' these chips knowin' niggas wanna murder me, ayy
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| Hot nigga ridin' round town, burn a nigga with the third degree
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| Breakin' through the surface, tryna see if this shit worth it
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| Closin' these curtains, showin' these niggas my purpose
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| Ayy, if I don’t protect my own
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| Can’t kick, these niggas just clones
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| Hear facts, you can hear my tone
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| Hellcat, you can hear my engine runnin', ayy
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| Get to work and I call these plays
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| Good Lord, my nigga won’t fold
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| Countin' these deads 'til my money get old
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| Can’t fuck with these niggas, they be penny-pinchin'
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| Countin' favors, had to fuck your ho until she woke the neighbors
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| Audemars, stay with the capers
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| Yeah, you know I’m pimpin', dawg
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| Showed you niggas how to ball
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| I’m the one that stack it tall
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| Asian persuasion, I like your cajun, ayy
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| Lost my train of thought from all these woods I’m facin'
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| Pinot Gris the taste, Mason Margiela lace
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| Niggas want that smoke, it’s on delivery, be sure to answer
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| I flood the streets, I leave the levies broke, ayy
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| No nigga cut like me, can’t speak the shit I spoke
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| It’s known to shoot, I always show up at the woke, ayy
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| That blasphemy you speakin', hope a nigga choke, choke
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| Keep my pistol, hey
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| Nigga want smoke with me, gang
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| Hollow-tips bullets gon' kiss you, ayy
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| Damn then your mama gon' miss you, hey, ayy
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| Hop out the jeep, then hop in the G, I’m switching, hey
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| Keep that fire like Benson, huh, piece up all intentions
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| Lord knows I’ma hold down my own
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| Real nigga shit, bread up in my bones
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| I ain’t got no time to waste, ayy, woah
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| Visine in my vision, eyes gon' find a way
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| Asian persuasion, I like your cajun, ayy
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| Lost my train of thought from all these woods I’m facin'
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| Pinot Gris the taste, Mason Margiela lace
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| Niggas want that smoke, it’s on delivery, be sure to answer
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| I flood the streets, I leave the levies broke, ayy
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| No nigga cut like me, can’t speak the shit I spoke
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| It’s known to shoot, I always show up at the woke, ayy
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| That blasphemy you speakin', hope a nigga choke, choke |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lifestyle (Intro) , by - WARHOL.SS. Song from the album Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп