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Текст песни Lost Boyz - Only Live Once (Real)

Lost Boyz - Only Live Once (Real) слова песни




{Mr Cheeks}These muthafuckas made it this way,i show em mine,i knew we down now we was shining also blowing time,Official queens crack stars gettin money rollin trees in the back woods, timberlands, cars, and black hoods,the territories rugged, certain bimbos love it,i fuck wit cats undiscovered keep my demo`s covered,we ride around in the streets duckin hits,money power wit some game kid we fuckin chicksthe hard times help me sharpen upwe bein watched but still sparkin` uplove it when the day darken upmy life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a parti came through to display an artyo fuck you jealous niggasi take care of fam and i lay lowim livin kid i got the money plus the yayoand hold a heat up on the seat because its gettin wickedyou get your doughi get my dough lets blow so we can kick it(hook x2)You only live once so lets ridelets take it to the topthis one crew you cant stop{izzy dead}yo is you muthafuckas outta ya mindwe them niggas who been holdin it downhalf of the reason you liveother 50% of the reason you frownbehind our back you pop shitbut when we wavin them thangs you innocentcuz we in this bitch, raw doggsis you askin for a new york city war call?we keep it gritty for all o y`allbut some you niggas actin like u goin through menapauseand thats the second we sendin em offSlay em down, get in them drawersbeen put on, wut u tellin me for?look at em beggin for moreeither their yellin or givin applausepicture livin laws when we got x cons on the dance floorgoody niggas playin the warand dime bitches rockin hoodies with razors inside the sports braswe told y`all but ya wasnt tryin to listen tah me(hook)Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been realBloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spillMy men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered outIn a big body smoked out, shit is clouded outWe official crack stars, bury bodies in back yardsYou neva touch nothinSayin you blast niggas and clap carsI get a back massage from a bad europeanAnd switch my bird every seasonAnd Im rollin up my treasonBut my question is, give me one reason to let you livebut you good at talkin your way outta shit i bet you isso i sex ur wiz, kill u and leave ya wife left with kidsGhetto black widowWhat nigga, my mac glittoAttack ya hittoIts like pimp talk wit a limp walkAnd crazy dough is what Im in forSomethin you bent off, but couldnt touchScream you got guns but wouldnt bustNever fuck wit niggas out a my circle I dont trust(hook)

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