LIFE
• Written by YG3HUNNA
Cash money, financial
In the attic, with a lit candle,
All of my chains got it lookin sunny
Ima get the money
Boy im out here chasing money
The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey
Alotta niggas is simply smoke and mirrors but i easily evoke their fears/
We can't relax, 'cuz i gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,
When you wake up, we can redo,
My bills are long-overdue,
So fuck all you blog hatin' faggots, type away,
I rep the buffalo bills just like oj
My vocabulation is the greatest that's the latest of my testimony
Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tony
Jumped up with a broken back
Need some money?break the bank
Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,
My fuckin house was haunted so i haunted it back
But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise
Still living the thug life
In the devoid of life
But there is no hope for him to live
But there is no hope for him to live
I'm ballin all my life
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YG3HUNNA
Member since July 29 2015