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[00:11.200]Ask me what my life is
[00:12.145]Tell them b*****s: "b***h my life is 'bout them vices" yeah
[00:15.158]Said they ask me what my life is
[00:16.673]I tell them b*****s: "b***h my life is 'bout them vices" yeah
[00:20.507]Yeah..yeah..
[00:26.090]Yeah
[00:27.519]Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
[00:30.253]Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
[00:33.506]Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
[00:36.954]This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
[00:40.313]Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
[00:44.085]Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
[00:47.327]Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
[00:50.297]This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
[00:53.562]b***h, I'm D-A-DOLLA, coming from the 201
[00:55.708]With my son, please don't start the drama
[00:58.436]Heard he got a gun and b*****s run
[01:00.033]When they see me in the spot, burning pot
[01:02.529]No, I'm what you're not
[01:04.302]I pour fo's in a yola colored drop, Dolla
[01:06.492]Daddy grab grass, throat burn from that Cognac
[01:09.828]Red bone and her ass fat, got a backwood of that thrax pack
[01:12.838]Said I made it here, I ain't going back
[01:14.991]Getting paid off of ****ing rap
[01:16.658]Said I made it here, I ain't going back
[01:18.380]Getting paid off of ****ing rap
[01:19.831]And I ride with my niggas
[01:21.317]Go hit the lick, and get high with my niggas
[01:22.628]Worse come to worse, then I die with my niggas
[01:24.150]shit, see that's the rules, know how I do
[01:26.825]Eighth Letter Crew, look where we rule
[01:29.494]You niggers food, we making moves, act like you knew, shit
[01:33.060]And them hoes is steady asking what my life is
[01:36.306]I tell them b*****s "b***h, my life about them vices, nigger"
[01:39.837]And them hoes is steady asking what my life is
[01:42.866]I tell them b*****s "b***h, my life about them vices" yeah
[01:46.366]Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
[01:50.282]Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
[01:53.257]Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
[01:56.456]This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
[01:59.694]Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
[02:03.404]Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
[02:06.581]Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
[02:10.138]This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
[02:13.416]And now I'm driving drunk, the women say I'm tripping
[02:16.339]All of them bars I took is ****ing with my vision
[02:19.587]PCH in front the steering wheel I'm gripping
[02:22.834]The only thing that's on my mind
[02:24.600]I hope the boys don't catch me slipping, yikes
[02:26.457]Three of them think they straight
[02:28.404]Other two, I think they dikes
[02:30.156]Prolly only know 'em for the night
[02:32.107]Couple weeks if I do **** 'em right
[02:34.476]Never die, just like my name is Christ
[02:37.159]Swear to god, I love my ****ing life
[02:39.737]Wrote me a kite, and then I sent it to Maverick
[02:42.634]He wrote me back and told me 'let these niggas have it'
[02:45.770]Raps turn into cabbage
[02:47.283]Tabs under my tongue sent me on trips without the baggage
[02:50.824]Psychedelic savage, doing damage
[02:52.960]Jacket from a rhino, still **** the five'o
[02:56.960]Driving still, eyes low
[02:59.953]Minds moving fast but I rhyme slow
[03:03.313]I kiss the model, then dead the bottle, Hz, nigga

文本歌词

Ask me what my life is
Tell them b*****s: "b***h my life is 'bout them vices" yeah
Said they ask me what my life is
I tell them b*****s: "b***h my life is 'bout them vices" yeah
Yeah..yeah..
Yeah
Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
b***h, I'm D-A-DOLLA, coming from the 201
With my son, please don't start the drama
Heard he got a gun and b*****s run
When they see me in the spot, burning pot
No, I'm what you're not
I pour fo's in a yola colored drop, Dolla
Daddy grab grass, throat burn from that Cognac
Red bone and her ass fat, got a backwood of that thrax pack
Said I made it here, I ain't going back
Getting paid off of ****ing rap
Said I made it here, I ain't going back
Getting paid off of ****ing rap
And I ride with my niggas
Go hit the lick, and get high with my niggas
Worse come to worse, then I die with my niggas
shit, see that's the rules, know how I do
Eighth Letter Crew, look where we rule
You niggers food, we making moves, act like you knew, shit
And them hoes is steady asking what my life is
I tell them b*****s "b***h, my life about them vices, nigger"
And them hoes is steady asking what my life is
I tell them b*****s "b***h, my life about them vices" yeah
Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
Posted with the homies, smoking dope blunts (dope blunts)
Soda in my hand, you know its poured up (poured up)
Function got bracking when we showed up (showed up)
This my shit , nigga, tell the DJ hold up (hold up
And now I'm driving drunk, the women say I'm tripping
All of them bars I took is ****ing with my vision
PCH in front the steering wheel I'm gripping
The only thing that's on my mind
I hope the boys don't catch me slipping, yikes
Three of them think they straight
Other two, I think they dikes
Prolly only know 'em for the night
Couple weeks if I do **** 'em right
Never die, just like my name is Christ
Swear to god, I love my ****ing life
Wrote me a kite, and then I sent it to Maverick
He wrote me back and told me 'let these niggas have it'
Raps turn into cabbage
Tabs under my tongue sent me on trips without the baggage
Psychedelic savage, doing damage
Jacket from a rhino, still **** the five'o
Driving still, eyes low
Minds moving fast but I rhyme slow
I kiss the model, then dead the bottle, Hz, nigga