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killa lifestyle - bubbadayoungan lyrics

yeah (3x)
ooooh
yeah (2x)

beginning intro :/
[ what they wanted with the smoke
we got bl!cks we got sticks this choppa make em up the score
he keep playing round and we gon make sure that we send him home
we got youngans tryna take off with these nig**s heads, ……
aye turn my voice up a little bit ]
smokin dat loud out dat gar and get dangerous
i did this rap shii hea not to be famous
supposed to be on dat block but i rather be on these stages
annihilation i keep count you gon fuc* around and get banged bi***

and that ain’t suicide
thats just you making the wrong movе to homicide
clear it out and im bussin wild
double back and im takin firе, ( lets take em)
yeah
hit up yo city im strapped up and im blowing iron

how you been feeling you can’t tame it all
i be strapped up this pistol packed up my nig**s shoot at yall
how you move i hope you never fall
im round that corner i got that 30 reapper sh** tryna get em gone

life a living h*ll but im okay with that
might just get it tatted 75th thats where that danger at
i could be that youngan pressing b*ttons and get payed for that
my life turned a movie wit that clip i add a sound effect, ( glahhh)

im sending shots im sending calls to all of you nig**s
that got me thinking got me trippin fustrating my image
you f*ck around gotta see that pole im toting it with me
tryna forget on who i was its so hard to forget me
chorus :

totin poles thats how we living
catch his ass and then we drill him
whack his ass thats how we peel him
smoke whoever riding with him

up the score we usually willing
but today no need to k!ll him
but today my pockets empty
so i gotta ho get my money

too much in me
nig** say dont blow that semi
nig** say dont blow that fire
imma put a hole up in me
you tried to cross that line ain’t make it got yo head blown
30 in my burner im gon shoot until this led gone

yeah its this one nig** gon speak on him but won’t say no names
he out here dissin through his neck we gon send shots to mane
i let dem bullets scortch with fire its a race to yo brain
we pull up done its over with thats bout lil rhoodie name

totin poles thats how we living
catch his ass and then we drill him
whack his ass thats how we peel him
smoke whoever riding with him
up the score we usually willing
but today no need to k!ll him
but today my pockets empty
so i gotta ho get my money

in this life that im living im either cold hearted nig** or deadman
feel that life for a while
i been holding on to my burner and making sure that i dont go out like fred did
still pretending to smile
( still pretending to smile)

oh (3x)
yeah (2x)
yeeeeeeeaahhhhh, yeah!
mmmhm (3x)

- bubbadayoungan lyrics

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