Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Lifestyle, artist - Wassup Rocker. Date of issue: 28.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Welcome to the Lifestyle |
| Prettiest boy in the room |
| My skin is shinin' |
| I do what they pretend to do |
| Last year, I was broke |
| But, I swear that I’m on like these Off-White tags on my tennis shoes |
| I’m turnin' down all of these interviews |
| I got a big heart, and it’s bulletproof (uh huh) |
| While I’m workin' hard, bitch, you work at the mall, bruh |
| You got a shift from like 10 to 2 |
| I don’t think you get what I’m telling you |
| I like my hoes rude with some attitude |
| I swear these hoes come around and go around |
| Faster than karma and Ferris wheels (uh) |
| Lil' boy, don’t make me embarrass you |
| Bling blaow, yeah, that’s the sound of revenue |
| I think I paid way too much for these Rick’s to hurt my feet if imma tell the |
| truth |
| And, I don’t even rap for a profit (uh) |
| My ex look like Mia Wallace (uh) |
| She thought it was meant to be |
| What she pretends to be |
| But, on the core she toxic |
| I don’t rock no gold, I don’t rock no diamonds |
| But, I still drip like faucets |
| That girl really said that my music was borin' |
| So, I threw her heart in the moshpit (ha) |
| Just how I did it, I did it (uh) |
| And, just how I said it, I said it (yuh) |
| I’m the reason why he raps how he raps |
| But, I ain’t askin' for no credit |
| Yeah, and if my name is on any track |
| Then, that’s the reason why they listen to it |
| And, if I’m last on any verse |
| They don’t listen to you 'cause they skippin' through it |
| Lil' bitch |
| (Yo, you hear that?) |
| (This the latest addition to my collection) |
| (Ice, ice, ice) |
| (It's not my fault you couldn’t adjust to our lifestyle, baby) |
| (It was never me, it was you the whole time) |
| Uh, yeah |
| I am the greatest in my city ever do it, nigga |
| You can ask anybody |
| I got clips for anybody’s mommy that fuck with Rocker |
| So, let’s get it crackin' |
| I’m with all the action |
| Paparazzi flashin' |
| Gotta cut your accent |
| Imma fuckin' |
| Got some bad habits |
| Fucked a bad actress |
| Like god damnit |
| We back at it, woo |
| Look at the and the bands, yes |
| I spent your rent on the fit, yes |
| 'Member the days I was stuck in apartments |
| Now, we livin' rich as a bitch, yuh |
| You can’t relate to this |
| I prayed for this and made some hits |
| And, I know women with some pussy so crazy I buy them shit |
| Say, «hello,» to my lil' friend, he go «gra, gra, gra, gra» |
| She in the kitchen, singin' to me like «la, la, la, laa» |
| This is the same girl who said no to the prom, prom, prom, prom |
| I’m at the mall |
| I spent like, I don’t know, um, 5 thou, thou, thou, thou, thou |
| Thousand dollars, uh |
| That is the price to book me for a show |
| And, also the price you spend on your Impala |
| You in the rental regardless |
| Me and Rocker bought matching Teslas |
| And, we race 'em motherfuckers like we is pilots |
| We is not the same, we is not the same |
| We is not the same, nigga, the |
| And, she from the Dallas, Texas country |
| Rocky, bumpy, uh |
| And, her perky breasts lookin' as good as money |
| Honey, I could buy you |
| Lookin' like a Playboy bunny |
| It’s funny, the way I stack this money |
| I’m a dummy |