Slumpussy - Grand Theft Auto (pc) - 03 2 - This Life (N-CT FM) (16-22kj) | Текст песни

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Slumpussy - This Life

Ah, check y'all check...

This is whoop out...

There's a hit alone
That's shown to blow it's own and prone
To rock party 'till the jowl...

Smokin' little forty
Managed to reach the shorty on the throne
Made like Al Capone...

Scored a bag of sensi
Stack it in the bone
It's well known to blow
Brothers 'till they're stoned...

Lifted and gifted
Let's see how I live
Shiftin' mad bricks
Is full of bad...

Belly to the floor
'Ma gonna as clacker
With nothing else to do
Life was full of nothing

Went into the streets
To earn myself a dollar
Tried to sell some trips
To Nickelzen and Fawnda.

I wouldn't touch that s***
Leave them with their skunk
The only tracks I want
Is hard-core bass, that's funk.

Livin's just a rock
It can take a jump
And when I shoot my shot
Is a twenty two ya' punk.

I don't have much in this life
It's the cells that keeps me from
Losin' my head...

In this world which we live in the strife
You gotta' give me one more G
Just to settle my stress...

I don't have much in this life
It's the cells that keeps me from
Losin' my head...

In this world which we live in the strife
You gotta' give me one more G
Just to settle my stress...

Ice, crack, angel dust and Prozac
Don't get me nice like Buckets full of cess, Mac!

Ice, crack, angel dust and Prozac
Don't get me nice like Buckets full of cess, Mac...

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