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What is life I flip a coin, cops on my tail, girl on my headto share the annoying At least it ain't borin' at least I live in California where it ain't stormy At least I ain't hungry or pain and unless I'm recordin' I'm who they open the door for and tip the door behind the door man and his whore is foreign and trust they swarmin' The sun is proud and warmer than burning houses with dormer He was in a room on the computer watching porn's Press when pressing their sales like they had something on 'em A man against the world, this world belongs to no woman How some are leading by examples criticized by somes I cut out her face and put fires inside the pumpkin The idea of me is great the result of me otherwise Opposing losing options, I'd rather choose and decide Get high and take a ride wake up on the other side Maybe things are with who I rely on when she text me I reply Metallica royalty look out on ACDC Killing 'em hardcore for what they say discreetly Fucking with me like diving in a pool with concrete feet How do you know I have a mistress for the fact he mistreat beats Who gave a fuck about us before we were the golf Wang In us we trust Nigga fuck with the golf wang, and not how we bust When the wolf on the bus help and bust real up Attempt to make me again you can't beat me up She be shaving my points like what a mac they do SongtexteBlowin' marijuana roads like the number free dob In the back of the truck three fifteen sounds Ain't no put in line neither when we die When I go catch me will be fine, Over hits we missing, niggas to the drill I go I try to hang out and take the bitch hang out She hang on my dick and say its right You could be wrong but be a buddy, do you polite Is she in the tongue? And recently she try to surprise Leave me alone but when I call this shawnty you got me Left all the shots from the house, I play the evil you can's top me In the back when I make a couple mil' , I' like shawnty How you chasin' the dollar bills you know the fell that you got it Probably stay or rolla wills, that condition is for the hollies I'm in the league fighting for a milf slam party Bitch I ring, I shout and slim Local blow digga where the chicks say names and these niggas play segue I see you texting manner try to recover some daters I know you want what you pick lable, hater When the couch it's in the play I see this niggas play us Hold up, wait up My nigga try to base up I drink more than eight of they, whatever they fuck in the club Good day, I'm bout to roll all they If this is half I'mma stay today Until the day my August is today Comma's your bitch, I make that comma scream my league Hitting this money then i'mma deeper right away Right and slick with that honey I need another cold drinks Smoke all day, don't run upon me what you find is swang Gotta groom out of you is that black point but never shut blanck So I'mma bust with what I know, I'm from the swamr bank And the porsh is right about pulling like three banz Then we home and be impressive like how do you made it? Kiss me on my hand, told me outside to call and place Nigga I've been on my rap since eight And I ain't gonna stop, they try to hide me No charity as my charity in their ways Smoke til my voice is heavy in the base Nigga let the work shop Aus Songtexte Mania