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gtp daidoe - huge lifestyle lyrics

[verse 1: gtp daidoe]
we can get it white or we can get it tan
i can take off with a 100k, just need the perfect bin
storage full, i need to make some sp+ce just for the vpn
lately i been f+cking with the white and i just play with scams
d+mn, i can go fed
yo b+tch eat d+ck, i’m really tryna take off with her head
we tote big glocks, just say the word and you gon’ end up dead
you ain’t k!ll nothing, just be capping tryna say you did
i’ll pimp something like the extras on a wonder bread
we gon’ hit the road for the shh, i don’t wonderland
i know a hooper that’s gon’ shoot the bag, he don’t know how to jam
d+mn, i need a real b+tch
that’s on the sh+t doing her day, ain’t gotta steal fits
uncle said he barely hit the baggy but it still hit
shorty only had a shot of henny and she still lit
i don’t care if baby got a n+gga, i’ma still trick
i was f+cking hoes before p+b+rty
b+tch mad, i just wanna f+ck, this b+tch ain’t used to me
brodie got a chain for ten racks, it’s a cuban link
bro like, “why you sleeping with that glock?”, how i’m supposed to sleep?
aye, i ain’t got no heart
i put blood and tears in this sh+t, you don’t want no part
mix the sprite with some red sh+t, i’m ’bout to make it dark
f+cked the p+ssy for a couple minutes, ’bout to make it fart
[verse 2: babytron]
i been scamming five plus, f+ck yo edd
i been passing plays ’round this b+tch like f+ck a cv3
i’ll knock yo power clean out like f+ck a dte
one profile, two punches, i make three a piece
big wood, big triple s, lifestyle huge
if the pint man had square cash, i’ll swipe the juice
jeff cashed the buffs of the giffies, that’s the swiper view
i be tripping, spent a thousand dollars on some nike shoes
travis scott, zazas, i’m a astronaut
used to pass the rock, now i’m in the field with straps and glocks
these amiri thigh pads, you ain’t never had a knot
treat yo b+tch crib like it’s mine, i ain’t have to knock
straight drop, yes, wock, this a magic pop
feel [?] turn around, see the opps and burn ’em down
uncle in the kitchen with a mask like it’s germs around
hoes used to spin me, f+ck around and david stern ’em now
walk in the function, big [?] i’m who you heard about

[verse 3: gtp daidoe]
i think i’m getting dizzy now from all these turn arounds
baby, i ain’t really tryna f+ck, just let me see the mouth
he thought he was hiding till we caught him lacking in the house
this phone never ring, it’s for illegal sh+t
i just caught a play out the way where the beagles blitz
bro push two hundred in the car, that’s a demon bin
it’s three of us, we all poured up a six, on some evil sh+t
[verse 4: babytron]
fendi sweater, mad face, left him with a sad face
boy, you f+cked up, i’m up in twenty on a bad day
back to back scats, rts, we finna drag race
you could be a f+cking dn and wouldn’t sack chase
you could be a f+cking math teacher and wouldn’t have pape
you could be the f+cking big show, you wouldn’t have weight
how the f+ck you sliding? you ain’t even got a half tank
i don’t got a job, i catch jacks and i crack banks

- gtp daidoe lyrics

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