(by True Music For Life) - Helluvalife (Dirty South Rap) | Текст песни

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[Chorus]

I'm livin' one helluvalife
Crazy colored karots baby cover your eyes
Front headlights and I'm smokin alaf
One of those nights in my helluvalife

I brought a lot of ice so I shine like a star
You see me from afar girl you know who I'm are
A ghetto superstar in a helluvacar
A ghetto superstar, it's a helluvalife

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Rosay naw beer, toast
Baby say cheers, major ice make ya say burr
Cake so big it's like yea
Swag so stupid Ima real time heir
A buncha street niggas gettin off no legal
See me on front street but now i'm on cable, able
But it's human nature to hata
Playa gettin papa
Money like skyscrapa
It's Gucci!

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[Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe]
Went to sleep in Michigan, woke up in Miami (Where?)
South Beach sleep with a bitch in my pajamees
On the most expensive liquor
Front the most expensive fos
Smoke the most expensive dro
Rock the most expensive clothes
Cars that we ride ain't out this year
I got diamonds on my pinky, on my wrist, and on my ear
Baby I'm a chandeleer,
Just standin at the bar
Like an ice cold beer
We outta here
It's been a helluvanight

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[Verse 3: Oj Da Juiceman]

Michael Jackson diamonds
VVS Colors
Pull up to the club in a '08 Mustard
Bustin 50 bricks, dog use a little muscle
Young Juice man goddamn I'm a hustla
Ghetto superstar and ma money's super double
Prada shoe walkin, the rap game in trouble
Six go cookin
Solda juice bunky
Young Juice man smokin pounds of that funky

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