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that's life - lbs kee'vin lyrics

[chorus: lbs kee’vin]
this sh*t a shame, you gotta watch them n*ggas close to you (close to you)
you a grown man but got another n*gga coaching you (coaching you)
i’m a grown man, i get that bag like i’m supposed to do (supposed to do)
gotta keep a gun for all the fans that be approaching you (approaching you)
and i love my fans

[post*chorus: lbs kee’vin]
y’all hit that l!ck together, why you telling on your mans?
looked up to cocaine dealers, cd prints all on my pants
i told you, “hit my place” ’cause i was giving you a chance
but you showed what n*ggas do when you put money in they hands

[verse 1: lbs kee’vin]
your day one ain’t your day one, your real friend ain’t your real friend
your main b*tch got a side n*gga, go to jail, that money get spent
i know n*ggas wanna rob me so i ride behind this dark tint
with a g9 on my lap, been a k!ller who ain’t got no sense (no sense, no sense)
what can you do if your best friend try to set you up? (set you up)
b*tch sent the drop to have some n*ggas come and wet you up (wet you up)
i made it out that situation, i had better luck (better luck)
even in the airports it be hard to put that metal up (metal up)
can’t trust a b*tch as far as you could throw ’em
old heads on the block told me, “stay dangerous,” i’m already knowing (already knowing)
you broke up with that b*tch just yesterday and she already going (already going)
sh*t, that’s life, i know how this sh*t go
[chorus: lbs kee’vin]
this sh*t a shame, you gotta watch them n*ggas close to you (close to you)
you a grown man but got another n*gga coaching you (coaching you)
i’m a grown man, i get that bag like i’m supposed to do (supposed to do)
gotta keep a gun for all the fans that be approaching you (approaching you)
and i love my fans

[verse 2: omb peezy]
look
this sh*t a shame, a dirty game
gotta watch your partners, that’s a must
watch the ones who close to you because they close enough to touch
was stuck on the block, underarms a lil’ musty
back when none of them hoes wanted to f*ck me
clean up your pistol, don’t sh*t a b*tch rusty
i’ll clean up your block with no mop, b*tch, it’s nothing
yeah, ah, ah
and if they want murder for hire, they know where to come to (come to)
look, you better not get out your body, that might get you stomped, ooh, ooh
everybody know i’m r*t*rded, my young n*gga dumb too (dumb too)
and we got sticks sold with this b*tch, don’t try to come through (come through)
look, i’m in this b*tch with a .30, too many shots, you might get drunk, uh (you might drunk)
ride with a stick on my lap, b*tch, i ain’t gotta pop my trunk
look, i’m in this b*tch with a .30, too many shots, you might get wasted
i learned your game early, you couldn’t play me
[chorus: lbs kee’vin]
this sh*t a shame, you gotta watch them n*ggas close to you (close to you)
you a grown man but got another n*gga coaching you (coaching you)
i’m a grown man, i get that bag like i’m supposed to do (supposed to do)
gotta keep a gun for all the fans that be approaching you (approaching you)
and i love my fans

- lbs keevin lyrics

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