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letra de lifestyle (remix) - young moose

young moose n-gga
out the mud sh-t n-gga
we ain’t gettin no motherf-ckin hand outs either
youerdme?
we got it hard n-gga
coming up on that br
lookin up to our older n-ggas
thats what they want us ta do
youerdme?

[hook]
chasing figas
f-ckin b-tches
poppin pistols
yeah, you know thats our lifestyle
think its a game
jump out of ya lane
blow out your brain
i got that b-tch right now
i hate a n-gga
a p-ssy n-gga
tellin stories sayin what he bout
imma walk off laughin at his -ss
like h-ll yeah
boy, you wild

[verse 1]
young n-gga holdin steady
yeah im war ready
i got big kev inna kitchen
he gotta get the raw ready
he gotta play wit the mix
hope he ont f-ck up his wrist
my mother acting hot sididdy
she like thats what he get
man that lady a trip
keep a extended clip
if something happen to her baby
man that lay ill flip
it ain’t no way imma slip
i gotta stay on my sh-t
a n-gga post up on my block
then im makin em’ dip
they like moose how thats your block?
why you say thats your sh-t?
thats where i played dominos, chess, spades and it’s
remember when we had the tone
leave his -ss in that split
face shot now he can’t even get a bump on his lip
leave his -ss stretched like he was drunk off of fifth
double dutch
i swear to god
you will get jumped in this b-tch
i got some lor n-ggas itching
they ready to spit
he like big bro i gotchu
just send me the pic, n-gga

[verse 2]
when i first turned 11 i was watching the corner
holla at loc
hit the vial store in the morning
tried ta post up on the br
think what you doin
before its too late
cuz there ain’t no comin back when you gone
we poppin pistols for 40
and poppin pistols for shawn
while we think about punch
we trnna pop it for tom
i do this
dust a n-gga
put the sh-t inna song
i ain’t go no picks whoever getting me wrong
n-ggas saying the made me
cuz im bout it bout it
badulla
thats the lady i came up out of
burned the sales
wit the bake
when my father had powder
when the fiens sniffed it
you woulda thought they ate something sour
dat sh-t a missile
like the sh-t that hit the twin towers
we keep the gun on our hip
and keep the drugs in the houses
and when we run in ya sh-t
we lay the kids on the couches
donkey told me he got me
cuz he know that im bout it, n-gga

- young moose

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