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What Ya Life Like lyrics by LUCKI

Intro
Bitch I’m leanin’ how I’m trippin’ ohVerse
Aye bitch I’m leanin’ how I’m trippin’ aye
Man ya’ll knew from back then bout’ my ego
Bitch I’m Tebow, with this pistol, where yo regal
Dirty brawler, take a bottle to the temple
Bitch I’m leanin’ how I’m trippin’ oh
Aye tell me somethin’ bitch I need to grip yo grip then ghost
Law catch me buggin’ down the avenue, then check what’s in my shoe
All these cups up in these barracuda PRP’s will do us
They gon’ rob me man, I dare ‘em to, I bet he pick the truth
Trust my bitch she sеrve at every school
Flakеs gone, I sell some blue
Ain’t really been myself but I know that guy, yeah he aight sometime
Talk to much I left him in the car, I tried to fuck right there
Yeah I see that you a camera or flash caught by loyal faith
Call yo ass my tumblr centerfold this might just be my day
Pills kicked in, wait where the nice guy now the bitch ain’t pleasin’ me
Not me eat a day, off this Heny bitch I’m interruptive
Grab yo VMA, designer taste prolly in my DNA, get out my way