Testo Life - cupcakKe
Testo della canzone Life (cupcakKe), tratta dall'album Cum Cake
La, la, la, la
Blah, blah, blah
Don't smoke or drink, so yeah, I'm sober when I speak
This a trap house, that gun better not look petite
Say the wrong thing, I'm only gon' say a beat
I'm knocking at yo' door like, "Hello, trick or treat"
Go to the back and put in the bag, hurry up
Gold, change, credit cards and every last buck
I'ma give you five minutes to give it up in a rush
If he fuck up, bullets hitting him in the gut
Holy shit, maybe we should light a candle or two
Turn a fuck nigga to a bitch nigga like Bruce
I keep a shotgun that make that nigga lights go deuce
And if I send him to my guys, that nigga ain't getting loose
Of course, I'm so motherfucking shallow (bitch!)
One of you niggas is finna die though
Carry the body up out the back door
Get rid of every witness including my own shadow
Never tell 'em how you got it coming in
Niggas can't hold water, they could barely swim
I push the turf from the track to the rim
Keep a strong body of work and I ain't talking gym
Pussy ass bitch know my block ain't safe
You a hostage, now that I'm surrounding yo' place
30G Rolex so my time won't waste
Then I crack the iPhone, so the cops can't trace
If I blast that shit tonight (night), I'ma get life
If my money not looking right (right), I'ma get life
If I blast that shit tonight (night), I'ma get life
If my money not looking right (right), I'ma get life
Lay him down in a bloodbath, I be cruising on my own path
Think before you ever tell me shit, beat a bitch with a selfie stick
Really, really not that innocent (I'm not), me and choppa we get ignorant
You starve us, and we star bust and snatch up your cousin
Get the spear men done, make a nigga eat the gun
Bullets feel like the sun, talking shit you get plunged
With another shot, gun so big, we can hit you from the yacht
I ain't gotta plot, get you on the stop, punch you like a clock
Do not let you goons scare me, knock every last tooth out
I'm the fucking tooth fairy (I am), better pray to Hail Mary
Got blood smelling up the room, air it out with perfume
You gon' hear that ga-boom, and won't see that nigga soon
If I blast that shit tonight (night), I'ma get life
If my money not looking right (right), I'ma get life
If I blast that shit tonight (night), I'ma get life
If my money not looking right (right), I'ma get life
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Grady Bergin
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