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the life - jeezy lyrics

[intro: jeezy]
you ain’t real if you ain’t took nothin’
one time, my n-gg-s off in brooklyn
shout my n-gg-s in california
where your enemies, they be on ya
one time for atlanta
n-gg- make million off his country grammar
in detroit, they don’t think twice
thousand pounds, hundred bricks, yea that good life

[chorus: wizkid & trey songz]
buongiorno, speakin’ italian
spend my 30 stacks in a weekend down in milan
oh yeaa
yea, we party with mamacitas
we don’t wear them rollies
lost em’ rose gold, yellow, yeaaah
d-mn it’s about to be a scene tonight
when we pull up in them things, tonight
yellow golden diamond rings, tonight
we’re livin that good life (yea!)
livin’ that good life
livin’ that good life (ayyyy)
livin’ that good life (yeeeaaaa)
introduce you to that good life

[verse 1: jeezy]
spent a rack on the belt, sip by myself
stay away from suckers ’cause they bad for my health
blew a kilo in cavalli, oh i think i need some help
these n-gg-s screamin’ rich, i’m just trying to chase some wealth
.40 cal glock edition, i tote it myself
n-gg-s get to bangin’, i will bang this b-tch myself
what’chu know about them 2-door shifts wit no tops
jordan sandals on, might drive it with no socks
what the f-ck you expect? a n-gg- used to sell rocks
hit the interstate in a rental wit them blocks
talkin’ push b-tton start, no need for keys
we ain’t like them other n-gg-s, baby we’s is g’s
yea that good life

[chorus: wizkid & trey songz]
buongiorno, speakin’ italian
spend my 30 stacks in a weekend down in milan
oh yeaa
yea we party with mamacitas
we don’t wear them rollies
lost em’ rose gold, yellow, yeaaah
d-mn, it’s about to be a scene, tonight
when we pull up in them things tonight
yellow golden diamond rings, tonight
we’re livin’ that good life (yea!)
livin’ that good life
livin’ that good life (ayyyy)
livin’ that good life (yeeeaaaa)
introduce you to that good life

[verse 2: jeezy]
you know you livin’ when you livin’ bout 40 floors up
valet get ya car, they gotta lift them doors up
straight to the penthouse, tear them wh-r-s up
next time them hoes with you, tell them b-tches i say “what’s up?”
got me a taste of that success and i can’t get enough
mix the haters with the fakers, that sh-t could be rough
real talk, f-ck em, ‘member mom couldn’t pay her bills
no gas in the winter gave me the chills
posted in the projects smokin’ reefer (now what we doin?)
now a days n-gg-s two tone cohibas
dom p for the pain
po’ up a shot of avion for the game

[outro: trey songz & jeezy]
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