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letra de good life - (freestyle) - daley the star

[intro]

[daley’s verse]
you know what is when i’m in the benz, rolling ten with my friends
blowing loud ’til mother-f-cker end;
the good life is nothing like the hood life
but yet you wanna stay hood right;
vanilla in my ice, tell these n-ggas “shug knight”
oops, i meant “good night”, no i didn’t, you right;
good music in my ride, i’m cruising
and i don’t wait for red lights, i keeps it moving;
huh, i just run em’ like my black card
i shine hard even though i am a black star;
blast off, my roof is half off
i do it for you & yours, i do it for nasa;
we some d-mn sp-ce cadets
we’re on mars, stoping asking is we sp-cey yet;
huh, and i don’t even smoke for real
i’m be tripping too hard man you know the deal;
i spent a fortune just to this spin these wheels
flip it, my money’s still gon’ be longer oprah’s will;
i hope it will, i hope it will
my champagne on ice, man i hope she chill;
and when it come to partying, i’m so brazil
don’t ask me to come home cause i’m coasting still;
so closed to rio, dive in, let me show you, how ocean feel;
b-tch n-gga you lying, no i’m so for real, candy rain, rain candy, soul for real
things in my life have changed, but mostly bills, yeah n-gga, mostly bills;
now up in buffalo, getting to know ny
you a frequent flyer, while i been fly;
since march 15th, born with propellers on me
my scent is strong so even helen kellers on me;
plus k9’s too, told you i was the sh-t, but i’m far from pooh
i’m going ham like piglet, you bologna dude;
stay true to yourself, the only promise that they hold me to
and that’s exactly what i plan to do, that’s what i plan to do;

i’m not a sellout, i’ll never be a sellout
but when my cd come out, i expect that sh-t to sellout;
i’m just waiting for that contract to fill out
so i can show these dumb f-ck n-ggas what i been ’bout;
and with little sleep, i’m now living dreams
we all came together, so we’re also living king’s;
with a lot green, i need to mow my lawn
d-mn, all this money that i owe my mom;
i tell her come and get it now, it’s yours
and she used to say, “when it rains, it pours”;
so i’mma make it flood, all over her bank account
then put some change in her pockets just to weigh it out;
i know it’s come soon, she’s just gotta wait it out
got lotto money coming, gambling is played it out;
ain’t that fo’ sho’, ain’t that fo’ sho’
looking at my cl-ssic ride like “is that for show?”;
no, that’s what you get when you got dough
bad pizza man, my delivery’s cold;
this that feeling you get when you ’bout to blow
i’m ’bout to blow, yeah i’m ’bout to blow;

you already know, you already know…

[outro]

- daley the star

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