Lyrics:
Life taught me a lesson
The lesson is life is precious
Live your life to the fullest
Head to the top and don't look back cause it all could been
rumblin'
I'm serving niggas drywall, I had to P somethin'
She suck a lot of dick, I can tell 'cause her knees ugly
Shawn scooped me in the Lam', dawg,
to the talk they be all on my stick (Yea yea)
Remember the time like Mike Jack (Ooh)
This moment is like that (Ooh)
Hold on I'll be right back (Ooh)
Gotta go
the hoes at
Had to hop in the stew, had to get my flow back
Pimpin' ain't easy, yeah, I feel like I am Kodak
Got a lot of money, but you already know that
life
Yes, we pack gun, tag a thick tongue
Bonafide fried ass cheek meat on the taste buds
Jack risked it all on Titanic you dumbass bitches
If your ship
Rudy Currence
And me, I go by the name of Ludacris, right
And it's a lot of people out there claim that their voices
Let me know the truth, Bossa is
the mix
'Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, b****
We don't, never ever, talk no s***
Unless we back that s*** up, n**** you get lit
Slow
[master p]
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this
lost
Lets take a look at some folks
And we can see the cost
Jack got indebted lost
His Cadillac Jane
Lost her mind and
It ain't coming back
Like Trevor's
The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I
actions
He's sitting back clapping, he hopes I eventually bend (No sir)
Might end up breaking
He might overtake me and taking my mind just out for a spin
the soda pop
Mix it with a pill I gotta take a seat before I drop
I'm just tryna get all the shit that I got to cost a lot
So I hustle I, put in that over
And I'm on the road to riches and I'm not stopping a bit
I'm not fucking with you groupie hoes, I'm staying out the mix
And she ask me how I'm doing, bitch
Ay Ay Ay
Ay Hol up Trap, hol up trap
Ay Satan we gunna bring that back one more time
You know what im sayin
These motherfuckers ain't come up where
Hop up in the whip
Burberry on my wrist
Head to toe in Carhartt
Beanie Arcteryx
I could say a lot, but I'm just tryna flex
So try to bare with me while
Sipping on 42 vibing
No jack in the box but I came out poppin
Amiri jeans I don't do the robins
I done ran up the money came a long way from
Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout?
Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" ho
Percy Mack,
[Chorus: x4]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose
or be a man a forget it
I know I said a lot stupid shit but do I regret it
Nah, y'all can kiss the cheeks of my ass if offended
I'm gettin' sick of these
lots of money, no debt, all cash
Seven female wives, seven seven seven female wives (Yes sir)
I walk in the club and all eyes on me
You can tell by my
on the pole
They want sores, they want sores, that’s a no, fuck, no
Takin’ yours, takin’ yours off a old, old boat
By the shore, by the shore, it’s some bold,
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
my stance
Knowing that tomorrow will be better when I take the chance
Look into my eyes, you see the pain that I feel inside
Inspired by dreams
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