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letra de wonderful life - detroit redd

[intro: detroit redd]
ayy, and we the m-th-f-ckin’ team hoe

[hook: detroit redd]
with the drip i control the hype
can’t no b-tch control the pipe
use my soul to record & write
pass the gas, i’m on the road fo flight
stay solid i chose to fight
n-ggas fold, they clothes too tight
fucc a hoe, do the show same night
get a pacc, get it sold that night
roccin gucci, wrist cold as ice
cop some forces, my pants off white
yeah i’m living a wonderful life
yeah i’m living a wonderful life

[verse 1: qp]
yeah, yeah, yeah
elevate to the stars at night
these n-ggas they rat like mice
dutch roll pull smooth and precise
blacc bish don’t f-ck with the white
21, no savage, all white karats
b-tch umma thief in the night
these n-ggas, they sweet like rice
call s.o.u.l. we gon’ go on a heist
we gon’ steal y’all clout, make it right out
and stop that knoxville drought
put the city on the map
these n-gga, they cap
talking bout sh-t they ain’t bout
i came from the heights, had dreams like mike
but i threw that sh-t out the window
all night fiends banging on the front door
mom dukes turned the crib to a bando
but now i’m tryna fill up the safe
get a house right next to the lake
bentley coupe and an all white wraith
bad boy, i’m feeling like ma$e

[verse 2: notty taylor]
switching lanes in my coupe
counting change with my crew
big business come thru
i said it’s big business come thru
rifle range, living double lives
pouring double cups with my bl–dy eyes
rifle range when it’s dark time
shoes hanging on phone lines
scotty beaming up in no time
tryna shine this lil’ light of mine
full off, good drugs
light years, go buzz
i’m up, not sleep
you know me, you owe me
show me, go jeep
6 speed, ride me
off road, no clothes
no phones, no friend zones
pull up, it’s lit here
sunsphere, get here

[verse 3: detroit redd]
i say i’m the realest n-gga rapping
but that ain’t a statement (cuz it’s facts)
but n-ggas always gon’ say different
cuz these n-ggas hating
and no i’m not fucced up with it
them n-ggas fucced up really
the snakes on my tee move silly
but the thought of the bottom still k!lls me
so i take me some hits to the brain
like i start tailback every game
she got older and fucced for the fame
but i thought it’s sell p-ssy for change
either way i’m still beating her frame
she going ride me while switching the lanes
s-x and money be numbing the pain
but the music gon’ take it away
can’t leave out the bag
umma get right bacc with you
you reach in that bag
that 9 gon’ pow pow hit you

- detroit redd

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