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lifestyle - youngs teflon lyrics

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[intro]
ahh ahh

[verse 1]
i send them up in the north fly zone (way up)
they still wanna know why i ain’t got a deal (how)
but the phone been booming yhh the line blown (brrrr)
and i keep h’s on the iphone
waking up to my cocoa b*tter brownin
let me give you quick backers before you go work
i skip one time gotta get the rounds in
then i hit the booth and i ask him how i’m sounding
just the other day she gave me top while i’m driving
she don’t even come up for no air she just diving (slow dowwn)
me and my boys just wildin
pattern everything with sauce man styling (spill it)
jack boy them come charged with waps
get yacked you ain’t gettin your danas back
like my d&gs babes, my armarni’s black
like my females thick, breast, *rs* and that (ahh ahh)

[hook]
this ain’t a job its a lifestyle (lifestyle)
i grew up in the jungle i’m a wild child (wild)
hustling all day for a good night out (all day)
and ima keep going to its lights out
i don’t wanna be a player no more
this the big league i ain’t playing no more (whatchu say youngs)
big house and a sold tour (and a sold tour)
you ain’t gotta ask what i flow for
[verse 2]
more money, more problems like biggie said (baby baby)
get rich or die tryin like fifty said (like fifty)
blow money fast like nicki said (rozay)
but hustlers don’t die is what jimi said (ahh ahh)
watch on dippin in the water
billing up accounts ima give ’em to my daughter (to my yutes)
and i ain’t even got kids yet (but try kno)
but try kno my son gonna be a baller
before i went on dates i gave racks to my mother
leave the house with a knife and come back with the b*tter
and round my way i’m like robin hood now
everytime i get a cheque i bring it back to the gutter
i’m still not far from the snipers
you man are babies you should be rappin in diapers (you man are kids)
i am the trill i ain’t never been a typer
one man band i could never do a cypher (ahh ahh)

[hook]
this ain’t a job its a lifestyle (lifestyle)
i grew up in the jungle i’m a wild child (wild)
hustlin all day for a good night out (all day)
and ima keep going to its lights out
i don’t wanna be a player no more
this the big league i ain’t playing no more (whatchu say youngs)
big house and a sold tour (and a sold tour)
you ain’t gotta ask what i flow for

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