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to live your fantasy
And I'm not there

To cramp your style and blow your cover
Now, you're free to take your lover
To titty bars and low life clubs
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper

Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
fucking streets is where I gots to live
Fuck what you saying 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed
I'm free

Chorus:
I want to be free
No
the life I live
Kiss me, kiss her, now kiss each other
It's a trip the way y'all make these chicks twist each other
Take your shirt off
Now I'm a take
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
I'm sorry, there must be a mix up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets
my own mind
I done sacrificed the club life
I done sacrificed my love life
I cut the fuck shit drama out my energy 
Focused on the inner me, never
chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops
runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass niggas make the shit so easy
(he was fucking
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause
(every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
Cause even when I'm high, fuck
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burning furniture out

(Oh my God! Oh my God!) I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up
You want me to fix up lyrics
represent!
Are you down now
(Are ya's down now)

[Chorus]
You want to get paid? You want to get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
'Cause
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
Cause
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way

You get mad puff-lie all day
every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die, live the life of a boss player
'Cause
(Chorus: Repeat 2X)
And even though you gone, your memory lives on
And on yeah, and even though you died

You still my nigga, my nigga, my niggas
I met
Uhh! You know
It's times like this
When we need change nigga
Yeah, and if you really look at it
Your life is like a movie
And we all in
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alma mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow
I hope you
it
See us, tounge-kissin', you was truly with it
Little ecstasy, Hennesey, mix with me
Picture me pay for pussy when the dick's for free
Hey now,
your shit, y’all don’t know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin’ that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So don’t be
where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed.
So enough with words and technical theses,
Let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces.

We can
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking, I'm doing that just to reminisce
It's funny, on how s*** be
A lot of money,
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down