| My wrists sick, I’m talkin' tuberculosis
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| I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
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| Top down in two yellow Porsches
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| My wrists sick, I’m talkin' tuberculosis
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| I’m Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean? |
| I been cocky, nigga
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| My wrists sick, I’m talkin' tuberculosis
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| I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
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| Top down in two yellow Porsches
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| Sky-Dweller, President to Daytona, my wrist got me, nigga
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| Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean? |
| I been cocky, nigga
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| Look, said I’m workin' my wrists and I’m workin' that…
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| Fuck, hear a knock at the door
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| Said I can’t even lie, look, I want it in or a fed on the floor
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| I said eject my lil' cousins, sold classic cassettes
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| And you know we
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| I’m clean while I’m whippin' and cleanin' that Beam
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| And I ain’t talkin' syrup when I’m talkin' my leaded
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| Woke up in Neiman’s, I ain’t even dreamin'
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| Got a deal on some carb and buy some for the team
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| And I’m Bruce Lee, Roy, Drizzle, got to get it
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| Made a million, I don’t remember Taylor Swift, two-story kitchen
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| My vision 'Break down the block', I’m on a mission
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| I told my jeweler, 'Put a hundred karats in the cross'
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| Snow hit the club like a Christian
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| When I was young, nigga, I always wanted spotlight
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| That’s nigga, homie, what your pocket like?
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| Come through with the top off and show 'em what the top like
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| They might be seein' by the rap shit
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| But they ain’t 'bout that pot life
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| I take that fork and go dumb, I whip my wrist 'til it’s numb
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| I take that fork and go dumb, I can’t get two out of one
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| I take that fork and go dumb, I work my wrist 'til it’s numb
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| I take that fork and go dumb, I can’t get two out of one
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| Trialled down the street from the airport
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| Young nigga tryin' to hit the mall daily
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| Any given time, it’d be raw, whole neighborhood like a volcano
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| Either gon' rap or be a ball player, I started out from the pot life
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| That my definition of hard labor
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| Got bricks and I’m tryin' to get my shot right
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| Got my spot bumpin' like acne, fuck dealin', I took a Xanny
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| Shorty say, 'Boy, do you love me?'
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| I said, 'Girl, I love that C and C, that’s that codeine and caffeine
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| Got a pantry full of bakin' soda for the whip
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| Take two zips out of every brick
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| Twenty-five times, hit the dealership
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| Tryin' to make a livin' sellin' that killer shit
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| If a bitch with me, then it is a benefit
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| Uh, nine-to-five, ten 'til six, work
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| Tryin' to whip my wrists until it hurt
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| I don’t sip syrup unless it purp, fuck around and get murked
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| Nigga, don’t fuck around and get murked
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| Shoot your ass from the corner like, 'Derp'
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| handle work like it’s light work |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pot Life, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song Gangsta Party, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп