Atashka Jackson & Yung Caliph - Good Life | Текст песни

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• Atashka Jackson & Yung Caliph
• Good Life

(Intro: Jackson)
Yeah
This Is Jackson
Yung Calipha on this beat.

(Hook: Jackson)
You can feel this We be Party
we be rolling Maserati
Imma run this. We headliners
You are welcome to da Good Life
To da hood life. This is street lights.
You can feel this We be Party
we be rolling Maserati
Get your ass and Have a party.

(1st Verse: Jackson)
White on black LA fitted.
Fuck them side effects.
Dollar rain cocaine snow
With no filters pussy killers!
Dollar dealer. Stax on million.
Get me Don Perignon.
Have no beard but I'm dirt
Flying like a bird.
I'm so fly call me eagle.
Shot Em with my desert eagle
Wiggle wiggle Imma dribble.
Yall fucking with the God and devil
But I ain't talk about Tecca Nina
You can watch on your TV even on the cinema. Kill em all

Spit a venom on any minimum
But i get it fit to get to repeated sited on material khaaa

Got my dick inside your sister.
That's she posted on her Twitter
Daddy punching with punchlines
They be punching in my dick khaa.

(Hook)

(2nd Verse: Yung Caliph)
Round of applause for them strippers shaking ass
Apprecieting art aint judging hoe her past
Fuck her fuck her i aint saying shit twice
I mean i fucked her and her
Thats two different prizes
Im rising u analyzing erthing through ya ass
My hitta things pass make a wish roll a dice
When u see my homies ridin
U think the wheel is stolen
Atown we aint hiding
Sippin lean, weed we rollin'
I be like chamillionaire
They see me riding they hating
Look at me in hunnid years
U gon still see me riding
Pussy so good
Im gon interview her
Oh u wish u would
Just to fucking touch her mann

(Hook)


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