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letra de my life - mpa wicced

[intro: mpa wicced & dj scream]
lace your boots n-gga
10-17 bricksqaud
all the way to the top
hood rich-hood rich
runnin’ around the mother f-ckin’ lobby
dj scream!

[chorus: mpa wicced]
well, welcome to my life-
where we pack pistols, serve work
and steal pun’, all night
welcome to my life-
where we ride on our ‘heavy beast’
you might not make it back tonight
now, welcome to my life-
where we serve j’s and live twice
they say, “it ain’t right”…
well, welcome to my life-
where you bark, you better be careful
the gun got body… and them b-tches hot, like pepper

[verse 1: peewee longway]
whoever welcome to my life, get sh-t back; longway
thought he was cool? and finesse you the next day
“d-mn, he a cruel, young individual”
i’m ’bout my benjamin, lil’ n-gga
you’ll come up missin’
mid’ park, where he at…
couple thousand, has him burnt
“d-mn, he flexin’… in a convert ‘vert”
“is that, that fool? right there on a t-shirt?”
that’s what i mean, when i say, “i’ll have you hurt”
this my life; poppin’ molly and vampin’
countin’ up thousands, while yo’ b-tch there, glancin’
i see her lookin’; through my jimmy choo’s glasses
she find my lifestyle attractive
[chorus: mpa wicced]
well, welcome to my life-
where we pack pistols, serve work
and steal pun’, all night
welcome to my life-
where we ride on our ‘heavy beast’
you might not make it back tonight
now, welcome to my life-
where we serve j’s and live twice
they say, “it ain’t right”…
well, welcome to my life-
where you bark, you better be careful
the gun got body… and them b-tches hot, like pepper

[verse 2: peewee longway]
my life is, 2 cups and po’ed up
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, “roll up; no hold up”
that point-5 sh-t, you can pass it to her
i stuff crust, stuff crust; roll my own blunt
and i like girls, with medium sized b-tts
let her l!ck the molly and she turnin’ a whole sl-t
a 1000 bags of ‘gas’, comin’ in and ain’t lettin’ up
i know you n-ggas plottin’; tryna rob me and set me up
-about this profit, ‘dem-boys-in-da-hood’ gon’ find a body
another victim spotted, m.p.a n-ggas rockin’
doin’ the dash in the ‘rari; f-ck the state trooper, clockin’
it’s my life and how i’m rockin’
[chorus: mpa wicced]
well, welcome to my life-
where we pack pistols, serve work
and steal pun’, all night
welcome to my life-
where we ride on our ‘heavy beast’
you might not make it back tonight
now, welcome to my life-
where we serve j’s and live twice
they say, “it ain’t right”…
well, welcome to my life-
where you bark, you better be careful
the gun got body… and them b-tches hot, like pepper

- mpa wicced

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