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letra de the way life goes - rich $tunna

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[intro: rich $tunna]
that’s true (stunna), that’s right (that’s right, that’s right)
she sippin’ moet, and yeah i swear it get her wetter (her wetter)
my louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (they is redder)
no i’m not a rat, but i’m all about my cheddar (’bout my cheddar)
just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (be together)
gave me brain, was so insane that i made her my header (my header)
if she evеr call my phone you know i gotta dead her (gotta dеad her)
but i like that girl too much, i wish i never met her (met her) (h-llo…?)

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
when you see the instant replay
trying to live life the best way
the flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes
no clever rhymes, every
time in turns, that’s the way it goes
maybe i should buy some
hundreds, wear some f-cking skinny jeans
but that’s the way it goes
when you’re raised on ghetto streets
like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose
ever wonder where the sun goes
i dont know its just the way life is
oh yeah we’re old as f-ck
we didn’t have our glasses
i follow wherever the heat goes
and them hating ass b-tches
we ain’t like those
and yes, his left wrist
represents the way that his day goes
two big faces on my wrist
boy i got a couple those
there is more in to life
i need a backyard full court size
take the walk of my life
ma want me to go find a husband
hop in and let me test drive
f-ck your prison, f-ck your life
just give her back. or life, life, life expect attack
[hook: rich $tunna]
(woo, woo, woo, woo)
i know you’re sad and tired (yeah)
you’ve got nothin’ left to give (yeah)
you’ll find another life to live (yeah)
i know that you’ll get over it (yeah)

[verse 2: rich $tunna]
you gotta adapt though i’m never going back
hot man, god d-mn, k!lla cam be live
not only do i like life
she said to love a b-tch is to roll the dice
i write about your part in my life life life
you make a b-tch sing songs nice
i will succed in life
wicked roots, the infant tree
strange fruit, the tension
but till then i’ll be waiting
under the apple tree
you just servin yourself
go pull up to pump three
away from society, cause
everyone siblings in your family tree

[hook: rich $tunna]
(woo, woo, woo, woo)
i know you’re sad and tired (yeah)
you’ve got nothin’ left to give (yeah)
you’ll find another life to live (yeah)
i know that you’ll get over it (yeah)
[verse 3: rich $tunna]
lemme see them big tits
don’t be actin’ sadidy you’re not pretty
at the lemmon tree and it sound
can’t seem to find a solid ground
it has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree
but respect is more real, and ambition the key
i hope you see that i’m sincere, and even if you
a bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew
but you try craming a different fruit from the same tree
i’m just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body
but we should be body to body
sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

[hook: rich $tunna]
(woo, woo, woo, woo)
i know you’re sad and tired (yeah)
you’ve got nothin’ left to give (yeah)
you’ll find another life to live (yeah)
i know that you’ll get over it (yeah)

[verse 4: ripsi winelover]
wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension
enough to paint a picture, my true profession
a d-mn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat’s not our problem, that’s up to brenda’s family
if you’re beggin for mercy ya
barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain’t yo cup of tea
get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning
i can’t take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
that’s gon’ make it hard to smile
in the futurebut through whatever you see
but you won’t get nothing from
me like i’m up in a tree like a blushiing kiddie
so i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
her boyfriend joey emerges
from the christmas tree he’s finished recording
your f-cking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree
so roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party
[bridge ripsi winelover]
(you’ll get over it)
(i know that you’ll get over it)
i know it’s over
check out my cold shoulder (nothin’ left to give)
i know it’s over
cry on that hoe shoulder (you’ll get over it)
mm-mm-mm-mm
mm-mm-mm-mm

[hook: rich $tunna]
(woo, woo, woo, woo)
i know you’re sad and tired (yeah)
you’ve got nothin’ left to give (yeah)
you’ll find another life to live (yeah)
i know that you’ll get over it (yeah)

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