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Life Video (MV)




Performed By: Doc Jones
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones




Doc Jones - Life Lyrics
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Life
I'm here to live it up
Roll a stogie wit yo wodies
Get lifted
Lifted
Lifted
My nigga this life
I'm here to live it up
Roll a stogie wit yo shorty
Get Lifted
Lifted
Lifted Up
Somewhat a
Flashback 06 take a trip in my 69
I'm just coolin' wit my wine dine
Gotta booty from her mom
And she carry pom-poms
She the bomb
Aye
The Realest
Should've been my government
Soon as a nigga came out the womb
I took a piss
That's what happens when ya learn how to spit
Poet sense
A little Jimmy Digging for gold
Now I'm dodging gold diggers in a Chevy
Shit is petty
How a nigga flow go so hemi
Blow yo mind to spaghetti
When I win
Watch the money fall like confetti
I set my goals and I'm ready
These corny rappers
Watch me cut the cheese like machete
Woah
They in they feelings already
They ain't ready
Yo
Yo
I feel like an outcast these days
No time for the he says
And she says
This for my real ones ya feel me
Get yo hustle on and get paid
Aye
Aye
I feel like an outcast these days
No time for the he says
And she says
This for the real ones ya feel me
Get yo hustle on and get paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
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Life
I'm here to live it up
Roll a stogie wit yo wodies
Get lifted
Lifted
Lifted
My nigga this life
I'm here to live it up
Roll a stogie wit yo shorty
Get Lifted
Lifted
Lifted Up
Somewhat a
Flashback 06 take a trip in my 69
I'm just coolin' wit my wine dine
Gotta booty from her mom
And she carry pom-poms
She the bomb
Aye
The Realest
Should've been my government
Soon as a nigga came out the womb
I took a piss
That's what happens when ya learn how to spit
Poet sense
A little Jimmy Digging for gold
Now I'm dodging gold diggers in a Chevy
Shit is petty
How a nigga flow go so hemi
Blow yo mind to spaghetti
When I win
Watch the money fall like confetti
I set my goals and I'm ready
These corny rappers
Watch me cut the cheese like machete
Woah
They in they feelings already
They ain't ready
Yo
Yo
I feel like an outcast these days
No time for the he says
And she says
This for my real ones ya feel me
Get yo hustle on and get paid
Aye
Aye
I feel like an outcast these days
No time for the he says
And she says
This for the real ones ya feel me
Get yo hustle on and get paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
Get Paid
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Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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