Young Thug - Lifestyle | Текст песни

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[Intro:]
Get along, little doggie, get along, get along
Get along, little doggie, get along
John Dillin-

[Hook:]
I'm living that YSL lifestyle
We living that 1017 lifestyle
We living that rich nigga shit lifestyle
We living that fly shit only lifestyle
Get along, little doggie, get along, get along
Get along, little doggie, get along, get along
Get along, little doggie, get along, get along
Get along, little doggie
John Dillinger

[Verse 1:]
I'm geeked up my mother fucker mind
I got a whole lot of shit, ain't paid a dime
We take everything, we'll steal the scene
We take niggas bling, (money tall like Charlie Sheen)
Man down, get it
Treated by that life (?) bricks, split 'em
Catching pussy (?), take your belt off with him
Pussy nigga tryna run off with them bricks, talkin' bout he missin'
Fold his pussy ass up like a centerpiece
Count so much money with my thumb, everything I touch turn green
I'll make your white t-shirt feel like (?)
100 bands got my skinnies nigga like (?)

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
Wake the fuck up fatass, that pussy nigga got a (?)
Black (?) and (?) then smash (?)
Slow it down, don't you see they frowns
(?) army down even though we gone spray 'em down
I'm on that, so therefore I keep my hand on my gat
Nigga shot me in my finger, (now I laugh)
Now I'm shooting Tommy Gun (with a rat)
And I hope out in that 67 Jag
Smash, smash on they ass
(?) son, I got big guns
I'm (?) trust funds
Hit 'em with the golden gun, James Bond's son

[Hook:]

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