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letra de lifestyle - sob x rbe

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i remember late nights all alone
i remember long talks with my cousin through her phone
rip all of my n-gg-s dead and gone
give it all to bring you back and to bring my n-gg-s home
these days i’ve been tryna get my life right
i been blowin’ out smoke in the night sky
i just went and brought my grandma to a nice spot
until then i be thuggin’ til my life stops

[verse 1: da boii]
dreams about gettin’ in the wraith i’ma do it
big .40 on me when i’m in my city cruisin’
n-gg-s come tripping, ain’t no question i’ma use it
everybody say they with the sh-t til they prove it
deals on the table, ain’t no waitin’ let’s get to it (let’s get to it)
all in her, baby late night i abuse it
when i dive in, its like divin’ in the pulpit
if her boyfriend find out he gone lose it
yep and i’m just tryna get my life right (get my life right)
i’m just tryna get a million in my lifetime (lifetime)
n-gg-s get k!lled broad day at the stop light
was a n-body in the dark, now that light shine n-gg-

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i remember late nights all alone
i remember long talks with my cousin through her phone
r.i.p. all of my n-gg-s dead and gone
give it all to bring you back and to bring my n-gg-s home
these days i’ve been tryna get my life right
i been blowin’ out smoke in the night sky
i just went and brought my grandma to a nice spot
until then i be thuggin’ til my life stops

[verse 2: slimmy b]
never needed n-body, i get it by myself
how you sayin’ free a n-gg-, but won’t put in on they bail
i know n-gg-s doin’ time and they’ll never ever tell
and all this winnin’ we been doin’, you would think we never failed
n-gg-, quit that story tellin’
if i take this n-gg- b-tch, he gone be more than jealous
i ain’t lackin’, f-ck n-gg-, i be more than careful
and them crackers lock me up, i don’t do no confession
life a game of chess, you better learn to use your soldiers
streets cold as f-ck, better learn that i get colder
n-gg-s love talkin’ head, ’til we knock it off they shoulder
it be freezin’ in the summer, we be ridin’ wit them toasters

[verse 3: lul g]
young, wild n-gg- and i’m ridin’ with the boo tucked
f-ck a n-gg- slide out, he gon’ get his boo f-cked
soft ten on me, so i gotta put them blues up
coupe sport mode, so i ride with the roof up
rip all my thugs, f-ck all you f-ck n-gg-s
shooter in the cuts, he’ll plunk n-gg-s
you just lied to ya mans so i don’t trust n-gg-s
yellin’ free the thugs ’til they wanna crack the gates
yellin’ f-ck the judge, ’til they wanna drop the case
back to back, rollin’ up, cookies to the face
back to back, kick doors, tryna get up in a wraith, b-tch!

- sob x rbe

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