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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Armani White
Armani White
Исполнитель
Ayy Walker
Ayy Walker
Барабаны
Louis Futon
Louis Futon
Клавишные инструменты
Ronen Tsyrlin
Ronen Tsyrlin
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ronen Tsyrlin
Ronen Tsyrlin
Автор песен
Enoch Armani Tolbert
Enoch Armani Tolbert
Автор песен
Tyler Minford
Tyler Minford
Автор песен
Alex Walker
Alex Walker
Автор песен
Nija Charles
Nija Charles
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Ayy Walker
Ayy Walker
Продюсер
Louis Futon
Louis Futon
Продюсер
prettyboyron
prettyboyron
Продюсер
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Earl Hondo
Earl Hondo
Инженер звукозаписи
Ethan Warsh
Ethan Warsh
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания
Pretty Boy Ron
Pretty Boy Ron
Продюсер

Слова

[Intro]
What a life!
Ayy Walker on the top, run it through the guap
Yeah
[Chorus]
What a life! What a life!
You livin' dreams, pay the price, where that money at?
Everybody with you when it's hype, yeah
Then cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the lights
Cut the mothafuckin' lights
[PostChorus]
I can set this mothafucka off
I can set this mothafucka off, yeah
Cut the lights
I can set this mothafucka off, yeah
I can set this mothafucka off
[Verse 1]
Hey, okay
Ever since they took the homie Q, I'm playing different
Runnin' 'round this bitch, but they let Quaddy outta prison
I don't call them opps, them **** just want my attention
Couldn't tell you what they say 'cause I don't listen
Drop my bass, I take a red eye to they ends and then I come back MIA
Ran that work up on my break, that's not a comeback in my case
I know they touchin', touchin' nothing, wouldn't run it to my face
I get to bussin', pussy, come back when it's safe
Booka, booka
If you can fuck the bitch, then I don't need her
If I can't trust a ****, I go reaper, I don't mean it
The last supper got me on my Jesus
I know **** want me dead, but they deny it 'cause we eating
[Chorus]
What a life! What a life!
We livin' dreams, pay the price, where that money at?
Everybody with you when it's hype, yeah
Then cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the lights
Cut the mothafuckin' lights
[PostChorus]
I can set this mothafucka off
I can set this mothafucka off, yeah
Cut the lights
I can set this mothafucka off, yeah
I can set this mothafucka off
[Verse 2]
Aye, I break the rules
She just seen my chain and know I'm making moves
And I know last one that they caught ain't even make the news
A west baby, pop out by myself eating Jamaican food
I blacked out on that block so many times ain't even safe to cut the lights
Comma cut the cash, climbing up the flag
Cut the lights
Bipping up the ave, product melt the bag
Doggy bites
Holding up my pants, I can't help to sag
Why's that?
I put belt to ass, I put belt to ass
Fucking right
Council can't do nothing with me
And broski don't do bodies, he do wiggy's
I'm flying out my safe, but I keeping that eagle like it's legal
You can tell them that I did it for the city
Cut the motherfuckin' lights
[Chorus]
What a life! What a life!
We livin' dreams, pay the price, where that money at?
Everybody with you when it's hype, yeah
Then cut the lights, cut the lights, cut the lights
Cut the mothafuckin' lights
[PostChorus]
I can set this mothafucka off
I can set this mothafucka off, yeah
I can set this mothafucka off, yeah
I can set this mothafucka off
[Outro]
I can set this mothafucka off
Cut the, cut the, cut the mothafuckin' lights
Written by: Alex Walker, Enoch Armani Tolbert, Nija Charles, Ronen Tsyrlin, Tyler Minford
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