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LilBrian Itsago - My Life Lyrics




The hoes got too many hoes personalities yeah
First they lead you on then they tease ya
Swear dey up in love then they leave ya
I swear i hate a mf cheata
And now im running to the money like a cheetah
Yeah i get that bread like pita
Might f*ck around and take a trip to Coasta Rica
You know i gotta take my mamacita
And you know i smoking on that headband
Shawty sweatin me like she my f*ckin headband
You know im ballin yeah im really tryna win man
Free cuddy tooky one time for the END man get him out the pin man
I was raised on the west on broadway
Same street them niggas jumped me it was broad day
Evergreen cuddy hustled in the hallway
I was shorty Michael Jordan had a bald fade
I was a shorty wearing jordans with a bald fade
Back then rockin jordans felt like balmains
Ten niggas chased a nigga through the yard mane
Took a nigga shoes took a nigga gold chain
But you know a nigga good yeah i got it back
Remember bitch im from the hood yeah i got respect
I aint got no felony but that dont mean im soft hoe
Stay up on that green with the pole no golf hoe
Smoking on gelatooo but nigga I aint Dolph though
Lemon pepper wings super fye i aint ross though
Money long and green what im counting thats asparagus
Open a nigga up cut him up call me meredith
Henny pour it up ima poet call me meredith
When im feeling down light it up weed my therapist
Book me for a show guaranteed its gone be very lit
Nigga what you need I got it all yeah various
Ty Jones on the beat told my nigga that i need that
I know how I like it i dont need a nigga feedback
Shoot him in the leg and the head thats a kneecap
I dont know what happened nigga you dont need no recap
Nah LBE
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The hoes got too many hoes personalities yeah
First they lead you on then they tease ya
Swear dey up in love then they leave ya
I swear i hate a mf cheata
And now im running to the money like a cheetah
Yeah i get that bread like pita
Might f*ck around and take a trip to Coasta Rica
You know i gotta take my mamacita
And you know i smoking on that headband
Shawty sweatin me like she my f*ckin headband
You know im ballin yeah im really tryna win man
Free cuddy tooky one time for the END man get him out the pin man
I was raised on the west on broadway
Same street them niggas jumped me it was broad day
Evergreen cuddy hustled in the hallway
I was shorty Michael Jordan had a bald fade
I was a shorty wearing jordans with a bald fade
Back then rockin jordans felt like balmains
Ten niggas chased a nigga through the yard mane
Took a nigga shoes took a nigga gold chain
But you know a nigga good yeah i got it back
Remember bitch im from the hood yeah i got respect
I aint got no felony but that dont mean im soft hoe
Stay up on that green with the pole no golf hoe
Smoking on gelatooo but nigga I aint Dolph though
Lemon pepper wings super fye i aint ross though
Money long and green what im counting thats asparagus
Open a nigga up cut him up call me meredith
Henny pour it up ima poet call me meredith
When im feeling down light it up weed my therapist
Book me for a show guaranteed its gone be very lit
Nigga what you need I got it all yeah various
Ty Jones on the beat told my nigga that i need that
I know how I like it i dont need a nigga feedback
Shoot him in the leg and the head thats a kneecap
I dont know what happened nigga you dont need no recap
Nah LBE
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Writer: DONALD PERCIVAL BARKER BAKER, LAWRENCE KRSONE PARKER, DAX REYNOSA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid


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