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letra de live life - lil' wayne

(feat. euro & t@)

[verse 1: lil wayne]
i’m a live my life, have my fun, act like i don’t give a f-ck
live my life, have my fun, smoke like i don’t give a f-ck
live my life, have my fun, f-ck that sh-t, you only get one
f-ck that sh-t, i gotta sip some
i gotta b-tch leaving, i gotta b-tch coming (aye)
i’m getting more pop on my skateboard,
n-gg-s don’t want me to pop like a bungee cord
i got my redbone hair gone
that bugatti go skirt like the legs showing
you think you street? i’m a jaywalker
i’m a basket case, where the f-cking lawyer?
yeah, tunechi we in this motherf-cker
n-gg-s f-ck with me in this motherf-cker
i’m a smoke until i get lung trouble
and these… n-gg-s saying they the truth
but your pants on fire
like i was born in the pool
i came up from the bottom
i’m a live my life, have my fun, skate like i don’t give a f-ck
keep a brand new b-tch, bout to get her ribbon cut
rich, but i ain’t rich enough
your b-tch is down, you b-tchin up
rolls royce, topless, [?]

[verse 2: euro]
okay, live my life, have no fun, ‘less you give my n-gg-s some
live my life, what the f-ck, can’t recall me giving one
live my life, have my fun, f-ck like i don’t give a f-ck
and question, who the realest n-gg-s?
okay, that’s a given one
well welcome to the murder show
show starts when the curtains close
p-ss the scalpel to me, on my open-hearted surgeon flow
why are all these coppers trippin?
b-tches down there, searching clothes
yeah, i’m drinking stupid
what the f-ck you think i’m swerving for?
look, i be with that n-gg- from new orleans
who be asking if you heard me, even though he wasn’t talking
seen a straight chick do some dyk- sh-t and didn’t pause
and she was probably brokenhearted
i’m so gone, i probably caused it
i’m just saying
they ain’t f-cking with me
bet they talking bout murdering me
but, look, tune, i just don’t see the killer in these n-gg-s
2pac’s hologram was realer than these n-gg-s

[verse 3: t@]
i’m a get this money, live my life and ball like i don’t give a f-ck
get this money, live my life and ball like i don’t give a f-ck
get this money, live my life and ball like i don’t give a f-ck
rudy gays up on the coupe, and black mambas on the truk
i’m a dream chaser for stacking cheddar
i’m in my olympic dream team’s retros number 7s
what you know about getting money?
hop out the coupe, i got your b-tch in there, i leave the engine running
i hit the block, talk sh-t, roll a few stogies
pop a bar, kill a lil’ time on my rollie
david copperfield, i make a hundred disappear
like i know magic, but ball like jordan
n-gg- hating on my new deal, james harden
i guess cause i’m the sh-t, and you lil’ n-gg-s fartin’
with the weed, i did c-ke numbers, real talk
a buck fifty every three months, real talk

[verse 4: lil wayne]
w-t-f, what the f-ck n-gg-?
tell them f-ck n-gg-s get the f-ck n-gg-
now who the f-ck is with the f-ck n-gg-?
it’s just us, it’s just us n-gg-
we the fuss n-gg-
that’s a plus n-gg-
and we don’t f-ck with snitches trying to bust n-gg-s
so tell them f-ck n-gg-s get the f-ck n-gg-
i’m a live my life, have my fun, skate like i don’t give a f-ck
live my life, have my fun, act like i don’t give a f-ck
get this money, live my life, and ball like i don’t give a f-ck
smoke weed with the windows up
high as f-ck, but inching up
p-ssy n-gg-s tensing up
are these n-gg-s men or what?
i got your b-tch and [?] up
you can judge us, but don’t sentence us
blow me like the wind would gust
we trukfit and we supered up
w-t-f, who to f-ck?

[outro: lil wayne]
and this, b-tch i’m rolling with is cute
and her -ss on fire
and the whole time, i ain’t feel a tooth
then i ate that p-ssy ’til i lost a [?] and i’m gone…

- lil wayne

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