Correction Paroles What A Life par Big Sean & Hit-Boy

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Boi
Ugh, ugh
Sick sh*t, man
Straight up
F**kin' for real? (Hit-Boy)
Boi, boi (Trap Adix)

Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple-platinum more than three times—what a life, man (What a life, life, life)
Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice (B*t*h)
And I left her a** on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand (Woah)
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype, man (Man)
Go ahead, then, tell me what your price is (Pshh)
Mine's is a hundred B's, n***a—you can't swipe this (Swipe)

Lost my appet**e the way you b*t*hes be bitin' (Swerve)
I'm off no sleep, day shift plus the night shift (Whoa)
Ho, quit askin' when I'm free—I'm always priceless (Boi)
I ain't really rockin' with you, I ain't on that Mike sh*t (Rock with you)
Man, f**k, I'm goin' right in
I ain't waitin' around—f**k all that, I'm goin' right in (Right)
I ain't really rockin' with the type of sh*t you typin' (Huh)
That little sh*t you flexin' ain't nothin' when you got it (Huh)
If you can fit it in your pocket, just stop it
If I lift it to my ear, just know that's really some light sh*t (Light)
That's just how I'm rockin'—I can't wait, I'm goin' right in (Right in)
Jumpin' out the—woo! I can't wait on you, I'm ridin' (Swerve)
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple platinum more than three times—what a life, man (What a life, life, life)
Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice (B*t*h)
And I left her a** on read, even though it was enticin' (For real)
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand (Rocky)
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype, man (Hype)
Go ahead, then, tell me what your price is (Pshh)
Mine's is a hundred B's—n***a, you can't swipe this (B*t*h)

That's the mentality
Stack the fatalities (Brrrt), pick up more gradually (Bite down)
For real, it's fans that got a tat' of me
My brother Jay LeRawls got an academy
This sh*t is not a game, n***a—f**k you mean?
I'm at the point where a n***a finally famous
Give a f**k about no fame (Fame)
Ask me where my LLC is—it's on my chain (Chain)
If I die today, just know I live up to my— pff (Boi)
Man, n***as call me "Big" like that sh*t really my name (Boi)
You know how I'm comin', I ain't even gotta explain
In the best shape of my life; she at the crib, she gettin' trained
Goin'-goin' 'gainst me is worse than goin' 'gainst the grain (Grain)
At the frontline, give a f**k about no pain (Pain)
I for real could fill a gallery up with 'em, I ain't 'fraid
You ain't comin' how I came
I'm done waitin' around, b*t*h, I'm goin' right in
Yeah, I'm goin' right in—that's just how my life is
Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)
I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man
Feel like God when they bless me with the trick dice (B*t*h)
And I left her a** on read even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet so it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype, man (No)
Go ahead then, tell me what your price is
Mine's is a hundred—sike, b*t*h, I'm priceless (Oh, God)

I'm at Ford Field like a tight-end
And I'm makin' sure all my loose ends tied, and—
I'm in love with the hustle, so it's never tied-ins (God)
I ain't seen her a** in years, she just let me right in (Swerve, swerve, yeah)

This sh*t off the dome, this sh*t off the dome
I'm goin' right in
I ain't even write it
But this sh*t been already written

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