Lyrics

I got diamonds in my Carties You get money hardly ...My girl look like a Barbie My funeral gone be a party Bet u love to live this lifestyle Bet u love to live this lifestyle Bet u love to live this lifestyle Fuck how you feel, this my life now On the west I feel Like Icewood... Niggas say I look Like wipeout... When we Pull the whips and that Ice out... Have niggas scared to bring they wife out... Use to wear Tims, slangin Tebows I shoulda stayed in school nigga Ain't no friends or no Cee-Los Sangin to the blues niggas Choppa look like it got pregnant And had a baby choppa Call yo girl yo baby, but I hit her mama, guess I hit yo baby mama Imma buy my mama A Mercedes Yall gone be like That's Mercedes mama... I know haters gone be like How the fuck he make it Out the same city That I'm in Detroit Vs Everybody The only thing that I'm in... Young nigga throwing His hood up like volment Never seen the bottom, but We just now getting started Was on my knuckles for a year I wore the same clothes No homo but I Used To pray it rain bows IBGM the New Death Row Murk a nigga Over Dej Loaf Get up out yo feelings Bitch and meditate Some of my uncles Look like Eddie Cain Daddy thought I was the Dope man like Jesse James Newbie doing life We don't play dem petty games All a nigga see is more Money in my future My bitch rocking so much ice Think she Cristi Yamagucci Fuck the rumors that you hearing I'm that nigga in my city My bitch ain't got no titties But her ass can feed a Village My NAME MADE HER forget She was wit a nigga Caught my chains in the corner battling some jittin niggas Still the same nigga brought up On 7 and Livey nigga What's the fame, if u can't share it Wit yo niggas nigga!
Writer(s): Brook Rowland, Gairyd Fuller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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