OLD LIFE

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I don't miss my... I don't miss my...
I don't miss my old life (ay, ay)
(3nalog)
I don't miss my old life (Nah)
(I don't need that shit, I don't need my old life)
I don't miss my old life, I don't need that shit (Pew)
(I walk up in my section, lil-lil bitch, Im fly as shit)
I don't miss my old life, I don't need that shit (Nah)
(Bitch I-Bitch I had to buy a safe, cause my pockets got fat)
I think it's time to flex (Yeah, I do that, yeah)
This bitch love the sex, she say I do the best
I put a cup inside a cup and then I put tris up in dat (Bläh)
I pour a six inside my cup, that shit got me tired as f*ck (Pfrrr)
I'm finna geek up, I'm bout to mix that with a perc
Then bitch, Imma boot off the earth
I can't be caught with a Blicky, if shit gettin' sticky, then I'll hide that bitch in her skirt
I don't miss my old life, I don't need that shit
Everybody was hating, nobody would vibe with me, before I got rich like this
I put money on my bitch, too expensive wrist, nah, you cannot live like this
And the money really do be rainin' on me, they was hating on me
I got everybody on my dick
Rockin' dis Rick and Balenciaga
Price tags, I ain't give fucks about em' (Nah)
Cash, I fell in love with it
I made more in a day than your whole week (Pfrrh)
Bitch, Im on em' pills and em' perkies (Yeah)
I'm in the cup like a motherfuckin' fish
Yeah, I sip that up, I'm so thirsty (Fish)
And I bought dat bitch a lil' Birkin
Rockin' dis Rick and Balenciaga
Spend a fifty times two, that's a hundred grand
Bust down always on, I put them diamonds on
I see you watchin' me ball like a fuckin' fan
I keep a Blick' in my holster (What?)
Just like I'm 'posed to
Bitch, dis a hunnid' round, it ain't gon' miss you
I don't like totin' guns, but I got to
I just spent ten grand, times two
I got LV duffle bags and put Balenci' on my shoe
Got your bitch pullin' up and her friends comin' too
Oh, I think I fell in love, cause she always in the mood (I don't miss my old life)
I don't miss my whole life (Huh, huh, nah)
(I don't need that shit, shawty, I'on need dat shit)
I don't miss my old life, I don't need that shit (Pew)
(I walk up in my section, lil-lil bitch, Im fly as shit)
I don't miss my old life, I don't need that shit
(B-B-Bitch I ain't been showin' no love, since my pockets got fat)
I think it's time to flex (What? Yeah)
This bitch want the sex, she say I do the best
I put a cup inside a cup and then I put tris up in dat (Bläh)
I pour a six inside my cup, that shit got me tired as f*ck (Pfrrr)
I'm finna geek up, I'm bout to mix that with a perc
Then bitch, Imma boot off the earth
I can't be caught with a Blicky, if shit gettin' sticky, then I'll hide that bitch in her skirt
I'on miss my old life, I'on need dat shit
(Nobody even wanna vibe wit' me, 'fore I got rich like...)
(I put money on my bitch, too expensive wrist, nah, you cannot live like...)

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