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[Chorus] Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life
[Verse 1] I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die Makes me cry some days Lawless, riding backwards on a one way De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch) Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra There's science to the way we move, cock two's And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose Lust for them things that turn women to wives Live for that shit that determines your street size Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay Did this straight, bricks ain't large Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large Sipping blue ells, and playing cards Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard
[Chorus (2X)]
Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk And I love rap records with lots of gun talk It's day time two both pies on waist sides Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides I make five which is why y'all hate I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout My speech is the reason my race is dying out So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster On stage recipient of a nice guy Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business
[Chorus (2X)]
When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass
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