Tony Yayo

My Life's The Shit
[Talking: Tony Yayo] I'm a stay away from the media for a minute man Stupid nigga fucking up my high man Low ass kids with a blunt backstage I'm bout this 15 thousand Yea [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Tears coming out my eyes No fear when it's time to ride Eve ate from the tree of knowledge Good and evil the devil decieve you Rose nights sour diesel on the diesel Money up early in the morning Ball perry on don perrigon Fish eggs and fillet minjon My life's the shit, my shoes are grip Global gun kush blowing with ya bitch My life's the shit, my shoes are grip Global gun kush blowing with ya bitch My life's the shit [Danny Brown:] The play chart turn a wheel purse Where the money well worth you smeeling like seys purch Indictments come around we bet on who gon tell 1st SongtexteBags like the bail boy now you in the field hurt Hot like solariums thermals and 2 shirts Heart of an ogre with the mind of a soldier At everyday at 4 on the sofa like oprah But no talk show dog I got that soda Yea, the haze same color as mocha Test and get stretched like the clotes madoka I use to be o.t on rented corollas Now we roll a o up while sippin mamossas Swisher burning got my brain on acrobats Smoking all day dog like I got cataracs On the corner negotiating like I'm eric bak I make a movie dog I don't need miramax [Chorus] [Tony Yayo:] You more scary than a witches snout And more leary than a snitches mouth Bitches know what I'm about Gatorade full of lean outta electrolights Bitch sippin with me sunshine harlem nights Yea, I slip her ass out her reggie johnsons Now she moving powder johnson and johnson Rats giving tips off Cause my hands like lebrons at tip off Uh, I make a mill off this cooking apron Bad bitch move it her and cocaine as debating 8th a key, her pretty pussy dilating Work fire, skin tone saniya lekem In papadeuxs eating frog legs and alligator I hop out the scraper, to style on a hater I'm in the trap nigggga, until the sun tilt Cause my baby need pampers and his bottles filled [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania