Desiigner - Liife (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Desiigner - Liife (en) Lyrics
Taz countin' all
this fuckin' money
Cash money a.p.
Git, git, grrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is
I'm on some real life, shit
life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you're
goin' past rich
Throw a lot of money, put
some bread on caskets
They don't wan' see you ball,
they just want a draft pick
Told me stay away
from the bullshit
Stay focused,
here the rhymin'
Shout to big
blood, fuck the police
Heard trump in the county
I seen niggas feds
When I pulled up, yeah
and he's frownin'
Yeah niggas
get bounties here
Hit the ocean,
(grrah) he drownin'
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin'
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk
shit or freestyle
Fuck them,
everybody stylin'
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the mac
11, streets rhymin'
Pop off these diamonds
Make a dj get
down with it
Throws a lot of money, put some bread
on caskets (it's gucci)
I'm on some real life
Real ice, this
my real wife
I did real time and I
lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin'
like I'm shootin' dice
I'll drive the whole night just to
get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin'
for the underdog
But when you on the top, they
wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck 'em all
I put my back
against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a
nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to desiigner, he be
killin' shit (desiigner)
You gotta be a hater, you not
feelin' it (fuck 'em)
G.o.o.d. Music but we make
that hood music (han)
And we ain't gotta brag 'cause
we used to it (it's gucci!)
Finest (git, grrah)
Hard to find
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy
gettin' money
I'm in love with the money
Doin' it the finest
Ayy, huh
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