Lyrics:
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Wrzucę 21 cali do mojej wypimpowanej budy
Kiedyś uciekałem z budy livin' life to the fullest
Powiedz jak to ma być potrafię kochać tylko siebie
or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm
(ayy)
If I lose, I guarantee I'll take his life from him (ayy)
On the street, I shoot guns, I can't fight for shit (ayy)
Why you wanna fight me? You
ho ass where you at)
You livin' life with actions you could never face and
You such a coward, run away from conversations
Think you entitled but I
life flashing
before my eyes the end has come so pay the price, I’m like a puppet and my strings are being
pulled by vice. I keep telling myself things
I try to live a life of leisure
Stay away from stress and strain
In days of old
I believed what I was told
That a man’s got to live
By the sweat
Sometimes you gotta go back to know you used to be there
To live without what you lack's like livin' breathin no air
Enjoy the moments you find
Give you my love, give you my heart
Give you my soul, give you my fucking all (All, all, all)
Pray we survive, livin' high
In the sky, hope we
a star, you a star, 'fore they see it, you'll see it
I know shit get hard sometimes
No, you're not by yourself
I know love hurt you sometimes
So you
and I ride the pen
Livin' this life, I ain't tryna end
So I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend
Waiting for feelings I can rhyme again
Ah,
am a broken cowboy
And I don't feel right no more
'Cause I am a broken cowboy
Livin' life in the fast lane
Racing cars and robbing trains
I
batty girl in heaven
Sex, drugs and alcohol, this life gettin' worse (mad)
Got me feelin' like, livin' hell on earth (woo)
I got a lazy one (woo), I
I ain't never had shit,
Feelin' like I can't keep up,
Can't keep livin' my life like this,
All night,
Up tight,
Can't find,
My mind,
Feel like a rat
Home girl, I gotta say
Who pays the bills, the deals and
All the bad news?
Life is nice
Livin' in luxury
Is this the way it's gotta be?
Fact is
to get his name cursed
Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse
Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first
Every single line is by
drip)
Livin' life like Hugh Hefner (Trill!)
Yeah, I feel better (ayy)
Drinkin' Henny out the bottle (woo, ayy, yah)
I just fucked your bitch it made
suicidal
In a teenage depression
Ya never see things very clear
Don't get buried by the bullshit, gotta get your life in gear
They're very bored
the times that we were here
In every barstool every local
We sat side by side
We are brothers and allegiance
And we're livin' this life
(Oh oh oh
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke
the star I am
The big city life that I'm livin
All of the money that they're tryin to give me
Just to sign a couple compact disks
[Chorus]
is it one
We are family (oh yeah)
Get up everybody and sing (sing sing sing)
Oh, yea
We are family
Livin' life if fun and we've just begun
To get our share
rockin' skrilla
Paper chasin' never ends
I be 45 and still slangin' rocks out the Benz
I'ma pimp by blood
And a Ryda 4 Life
And I'ma ride 2 da end
Dumpin'
I been livin down the road
You've been up the street
I think it's about time
You come talking to me
I see the way you look at me
You see I
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
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