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Lil Wayne – LIFE IS GOOD Lyrics

Working while they sleeping as usual
Percocets, I eat them like chewables
These niggas think they passed up, they think too much
If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps, yeah
Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts, yeah
Wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once, yeah
We don’t hit your block up, we blow that bitch up
Capping talking big shit until that shit don’t flush
Yeah, they say my days are numbered but I keep taking drugs
Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleas take one
I’m a skater but I heard your man a cheapskate, huh
Heard he ratting now they moving his release date, huh, snitch
I just turned my main to my spouse
Could’ve bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house
Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib
Now she see what I’m saying, she got eyes in her ears
Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid
I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive
Twerking, got a fatty in this bitch doing butt flips
Way she roll her hips make her body look like sunchips
Working out my demons, that’s beautiful
And bae off of that reasoning, she super loose
I smoke it, she say pass it, she doing too much
Haven’t done my taxes, fucking with Trump
She brought her skirt without the panties with the slick going up
Nigga caught you looking at it, it’s okay, don’t touch
Someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us
Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring ’til I don’t feel my fingers, lil’ bitch
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch
Copped three watches on the same time, nigga, we are not on the same time
Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime
Got the 40 on me like St. Ides
Granny, she was standing right there
Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy
Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect
Taliban, nigga, ISIS
Hand to hand switching prices
Been dapper dan since the diaper
A gat, a bag, and a Bible
Young Obama go dumb, Osama
Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba
Trade the private jet for an air force bomber
We could go to war like it’s the Bahamas
Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama
Never tell my woes, lie to your honor
Money long though, nigga, anaconda, let me add a comma
I’m way too hot for niggas at the bottom, you a ladder climber
I’m the best rapper, nigga, that’s the obvious
Got punchlines for you shatterboxers
You a kitty cat, I’m catastrophic
Rex ’bout to turn up, call up Roger
New fettucine, new lasagna
Diamonds blinging so new they blind you
Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, no ceiling

Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring ’til I don’t feel my fingers, lil’ bitch (Pyoom)
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch (Pyoom)
Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring ’til I don’t feel my fingers, lil’ bitch (Pyoom)
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch (Pyoom)

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