I am so ashamed (I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you 'cause I have to) I love you 'cause I have to make everything okay I love you 'cause I
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, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the
ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? At this point I don't think
look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss you Man, I should go
Benz, can I drive, dude? Can I have when I ride right beside you? Oh, side by side, I got my crew Oh, you act a little funny nigga, fuck you Cause I'm
I drive, dude? Can I have when I ride right beside you? Oh, side by side, I got my crew Oh, you act a little funny nigga, fuck you Cause I'm that bitch
Benz, can I drive, dude Can I have when I ride right beside you Oh, side by side, I got my crew Oh, you act a little funny nigga, f you Cause I'm that
world in her bare hands You'll fall in love you'll have no choice Once you are given a fair chance For the first time you will sleep well Take a deep
, when it gets like that I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds So you can run back, actin' like you a vet And swearin' you dead, you survived
bout If I was runnin' with them niggaz then I'd be crossed up I'ma ball till I fall, What you think I was playin'? I like cars and broads but I'm real
with 'em Cars are still deep but your sound was still illing What the fuck, you niggas think I'm chilling, 'cause I'm calmed and cool So perhaps I'll
gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I pop mines How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you
Cool your old ass off cause it's hot on these streets (be easy) I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand Do you copy? capesh? (comprende
mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life [Verse 1] I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun
when it gets like that I'm not blowing off rounds so you can hear sounds So you can run back actin like you a vet And swearin' you dead You survived
I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
