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letra de life - criss lyric

[verse 1: crslyrc]

my n-gg-s all about cash
my n-gg-s tryna rack up, my n-gg-s tryna make it last
we breaking bread off gp, we do it for the tipi
boss types hugo, heavy shit sumo
i been making power moves, smoking sour deis
as i play the role to the golden globes, ain’t no acting though ain’t no lacking though, hot as c-sserole
bigger packs need bigger jars; roll up throw some weed on it
heard that b-tch want rich boy
but all i do is throw some d on her
solid ground got my feet on it
riding dirty got tree on me
rawdawg no fleas on me, still flee to the seam homie
at the venue we the ones they came to see homie
we got liquor marijuana smoke and energy homie
cut from a different cloth, hailing from a distant land yea grabba leaf dark as a goth, harsh when you hit that blend yea sharp as a falcon’s talons check my wing span yea
fi di gyal dem pouring up shots from gallon, oh yea

[hook: crslyrc]

we reaching levels and we’ve yet to see the top, y’know?
with each endeavor all we tryna do is pop y’know?
cashing out triple seven on my slot y’know?
i hold my own i’m more than good in my spot
this the life right? right
hold it down, keep it tight, right? right, right
this the life right? right
hold it down keep it tight, right?right, right, right

[verse 2: crslyrc]

now i don’t wanna herb this n-gg-
but i might have to herb this n-gg-
come around tryna live the life
you might lose your own in the process
too much for you to digest
now you embarr-ssed tryna dodge us
f-ck outta here with that bullshit that you be tryna pop
tribe n-gg-s running through this b-tch
like an angry bull in a china shop
f-ck your couch n-gg-, this is our house
we broke the door and switched locks
i’ll chase a bus before i chase a b-tch
a pretty face never goes out of stock
these f-ck n-gg-s got the game tainted
tribe, n-gg- we the game changers
wheels turning got the b-tter churning
and the bud burning, we stay faded
for the bullseye we stay aiming
saying less just to make a statement
i’ma lynch the media before they lynch me
dip before they try to pinch me
f-ck a label tryna pimp me
better sign one of these simps
no sense selling out for a buck
i’m a make it out and then bring it home
got a solid rock for mi corazón
make a wh-r- moan like cortisone
monumental like yellowstone

[hook]

- criss lyric

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