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letra de the life (2009) - wiz khalifa & curren$y

[verse 1: curren$y]
yeah, uh
listenin’ to cameo, smokin’ on the patio
polo chinos, a pro club
plottin’ out the next score
couple weeks in cali
smokin’ the best, gettin’ some rest
then it’s back to the full-court press
n-ggas playin’ for keeps
tryna be the next suga slim, baby or master p
i don’t p-ss that weed, it’s all for me
i rolled it, so i’m only fo’ sho gon’ smoke it
go and get your own sh-t
focused on rollin’ on, wrote for me and all of my dogs
involved with takin’ jet life, taylor gang to the stars
i done bought ferraris from pennin’ these rap bars
and i didn’t stop there, i got so much more
inspiration, somethin’ you should reach for
see me in that porsche, that should push you to go hard
i’ve done it, you can do it, ain’t no difference
it’s only real ones in the buildin’
need to start really livin’, make money every minute
the more things change, the more they stay the same
i stay high, peep game, sound the trumpets
and celebrate with buckets of champagne
save the sparklers, i got the light show in my ring
and when we exit, they’ll say the best just left here
and the rest is just like, yeah

[chorus: wiz khalifa & curren$y]
this is the life, b-tches and nikes
planes and chucks, bottles and luxury
and all the bad b-tches f-ck with me
and them p-ssy–ss n-ggas don’t want none of me
this is the life, b-tches and nikes
planes and chucks, bottles and luxury
sports cars in the front yard
dream big and we live large

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
uh
all the gang rules apply when you f-ckin’ with the guys
brought enough so we all could get high
she with me, don’t be actin’ all surprised
i get more money today than you see for the rest of your life
tell you once, i don’t gotta tell you twice
all my b-tches treat me nice and my crib feel like paradise
ain’t gon’ have as much fun as she had tonight
and if you got a plus one, everything alright
when it come to girls, i don’t trust none
khalifa kush, i’ma crush some, we gon’ smoke ’til the sun come up
ya n-gga got a problem with it, hope he don’t run up
i’ma take a shot, that’s enough for both of us (both of us)
and if you bring a friend, i’ma let her in
andretti og, that’s the medicine
i’m tryna get as high as the rent
n-ggas comment on the smell, but i take that as a compliment
don’t f-ck with no hatin’ ’cause we don’t do that
we countin’ up paper, no we don’t lose that
since i leveled up, i never moved back
world of weed, bringin’ all the booze
don’t stress her ’cause she gon’ choose

- wiz khalifa curreny

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