f*ckin’ Life lyrics

by

18eenth


[Intro]
It's Trashy b*tch!

[Chorus]
I can't afford a one life
I drop a punchline at lunchtime
Freedom I'm gonna miss ya I wish I had some dice
Hold me down baby it's gonna be a rough ride
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
You go get a dagger then hop in a cab huh
A Son - you caught a bad one
Leave them playas all behind like a bad love

[Verse]
I flip the script with a sawed-off force
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York
I be the only blanket that's keepin you warm
But you turds better be careful how you choose yours
Yeah and I ain't really caring who you with
But I'm a rudebwoy plus everything is legit You knew it
And guess who I see Who you see?
I just gotta love this they call we Too Sweet

[Outro]
My mind on my money and my money on my mind yep
And the .38 tucked in my vest
When your here i dont' fear i feel so safe and secure u feel good in my arms and i know your the one
I reach in my pocket and give my one to the bums
We take slugs to the gut
Hop in the line and we cut to the front
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