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cody manson & shaaby – trife life lyrics

[intro: cody manson]
put respect up on my name b+tch (b+tch)
tr+tr+trife life
yeah, that’s the name b+tch (b+tch)
tr+tr+tr+trife life that’s the mothef+cking name b+tch

[verse 1: shaaby]
(go insane b+tch)
aye, i’m popping these pills
they’re keeping me chill
tryna tame my anger but the manic k!ll
and my mind be the one thing i could do without
the pain don’t stop, i jump past, no doubt
but a motherf+cker gonna act a vic
and i’m interrogate, send his ass to the obituary
body never made it to the cemetery
laid out on his mother doorstep like ben & jerry
got+got that+got that o.g. (o.g.)
bumping molly, the b+tches be on me
hot on wasabi she got a body, a thotty a hottie
i’m calling her barbie, she sucking my d+ck, call me poppy
i tell her don’t spit, she a bad b+tch
i’m ghosting this blunt, i’m sparking that blunt
no, b+tch you can hit my sh+t (no, b+tch you can’t hit my sh+t)
[chorus: cody manson]
you ain’t talking money, we don’t speak the same language
i don’t play boy, put respect up on my name b+tch (b+tch)
trife life, yeah, that’s the gang b+tch (b+tch)
trife life, that’s the motherf+cking gang b+tch

[verse 2: cody manson]
p+ssy to manson, i p+ss at the podium
b+tch, i’ve been thuggin’ since nickelodeon
i left your body in the back of the audi
and i am that gasoline, you’re just petroleum
i am that kid that they all wanna get a taste (uh huh)
l!cking the residue off of a dinner plate (uh uh)
bi+polar and i ain’t got meds to take (nuh uh)
smoke another l, i swear i’m gon’ levitate
celebrate, pop the champagne (yeah)
going hard on a rampage (yeah)
trife life, that’s the d+mn gang
can’t throw shade on my campaign
talk+talking+talking sh+t, that’s what haters do (man)
if you make the wrong move you might make the news (hahahaha)
if we’re talking commas, yeah, i made a few (for real)
i’m pay+per+view, you pay for views (pay for views)
see, there’s a difference
y’all fake as f+ck and i’m too authentic (facts)
you steady talking that tough sh+t but then turn b+tch when you go to prison
you just talk it, i’ll really live it (uh huh)
mama told me but i never listened (uh huh)
copped them bows then did division
cook up dope, never did the dishes
[chorus: cody manson]
you ain’t talking money, we don’t speak the same language
i don’t play boy, put respect up on my name b+tch (b+tch)
trife life, yeah, that’s the gang b+tch (b+tch)
trife life, that’s the motherf+cking gang b+tch
you ain’t talking money, we don’t speak the same language
i don’t play boy, put respect up on my name b+tch (b+tch)
trife life, yeah, that’s the gang b+tch (b+tch)
trife life, that’s the motherf+cking gang b+tch

- cody manson shaaby lyrics

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