lost on life - qmoe lyrics
[intro]
l*o*l, l*o*l, l*o*l, l*o*l, lol, lol, lol
the h*ll is l*o*l? what that sh*t mean?
what the f*ck is l*o*l?
l*o*l
what does that even mean?
what the f*ck is l*o*l?
can you please just tell me what l*o*l is?
what is l*o*l? (l*o*l)
just tell me what l*o*l is
qmoe, what does l*o*l mean?
look, i don’t know what the f*ck’s gotten into you thinking that you’re some big rapper now
like you’re some hot sh*t, okay
you had a couple songs that blew up
that doesn’t mean you’re the next up*and*coming rapper, okay
like, you’re literally from f*cking woodbury, minnesota
and what the f*ck is lol?
like, why is everybody keep asking mе what f*cking l*o*l means
that’s the dumbest sh*t i’vе ever f*cking heard
quit acting like you’re some hot sh*t
you’re literally a soundcloud rapper
what is l*o*l?
[segue: dan k]
h*llo
my name is dan
most people think l*o*l is a group
a meaningless saying
nothing but a trend
i object to that, by saying it’s a way of life
so i announce to you, lost on life
[verse: qmoe]
industry keep tryna to call me, how they get my information?
never drove a range, but been in one, that sh*t just motivation
i just bagged a ho and left the crib, i don’t want no relation
only thing she gon’ get out me is some s*x, no conversation
n*ggas lost on life, every morning, different plot
i just dove into that water, head first off my lil’ b*tch yacht
won’t sit and watch, i go and get, my b*tch get mad and throw a fit
this b*tch mad ’cause n*ggas lit, i hit the club, we own the vip
don’t get mad, we havin’ sh*t
if he up, we grab his sh*t
none my n*ggas average
diamonds karats, rabbit sh*t
i can tell that bro a b*tch
look in his eyes, you see the truth
n*ggas steady in the field, but tryna hit sh*t like i’m ruth
youngest n*gga with a booth
she suck my d*ck, don’t feel a tooth
light the block up, b*tch, i’m zeus
i’m pouring grey, fly like a goose
big ass glock for my protection
we go up like one direction
big ass bottles in my section
got ’em free from my connection
srt, we swap the vin, bro pull up fast, i got the pin
f*cked the bop, that b*tch a ten
bro, i’ma steal her like i’m ben
shooting clips, don’t need a lens
i smoke too much, i need a cleanse
brand new glock, yeah, five the gen’
this b*tch a treesh, go find her friend
feel like durk, they scared to come outside ’cause n*ggas dying fast
big ol’ hollow tips, gon’ hit his whip, won’t see ’em flying past
why the f*ck they let bro think he rich with his lyin’ ass?
i think i’ma need to drop my b*tch with her lil’ spyin’ ass
n*ggas p*ssy, call him coochie
bad*ass n*gga, call me boosie
i’m on stage right now, singin’ your favorite song like toosii
let me go ‘head and say this now
none of y’all n*ggas can f*ck with us
n*ggas not up, boy, stay on the ground
don’t even try your luck with us
white lil’ b*tch, this somebody’ daughter
i’m tryna see what your og like
i don’t even pour in no can
n*ggas be bougie, need og sprite, n*gga
i need og sprite, n*gga
l*o*l (yeah), n*gga
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