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504 Boyz - My Life Is Sweet lyrics
(feat. Afficial, Curren$y, Krazy) [Chorus - 2x] My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller [Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche I get paid every month like child support [Krazy] Luxury, I love that bird it's easy Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me But a 6, without the rims is cheesy Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate Flew to Paris or France, just to get away Like to party, so we buy the club Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs The new Hummer, had it before it came out 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music Like the President got a jet and don't even use it When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green [Chorus - 2x] |
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