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l (rapper) - la vida es corta (may we run wild) [re-issued] lyrics

[hook:]
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
and we don’t give a f-ck, uh

we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
and we don’t give a f-ck, uh

[verse 1:]
got my middle up for the frontman
making back to back plays like jump man
while i’m in the air, for the hype allowed it
and these hype beasts would just cry without it
put you on a leash when you b-tch about it
put you on a lease when we breach the house in
you crying wolf, wearing sheep blouses
while i’m repping golfw-ng fleece, i’m fancy
b-tch i’m outchea
schoolboy adlibs
q street giving me a couple ounces
who keeps leaving me with cups of alky?
cause f-ck the codeine, i’m already slow
i’m already lonely
so i’m focused mostly on the purple og
puffs of smoke, leave my pursed up lips
and i do the most when i just want a kiss
that’s for the woman i’m infatuated with
catch you later when my omens make a fit
tabs of taboos contracting turbulence
tabby cat purs for lack of happiness
beautiful madness, coming at you b-tch
but sad boy hours first on the list
wonder what that means?
wonder if i mean anything to friends, but that all depends if i let it be another threat to me deep inside my head
c’est la vie, dont ever forget
life is short, so may we run and tread
may we run wild, fly like nightingales
tryna fight us huh?
but we don’t really care..

[hook:]
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
and we don’t give a f-ck, uh

we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
and we don’t give a f-ck, uh

[verse 2:]
switch it up for the one time
number one in my own mind
but i’m humble while i’m on the grind
one time for my day one b-tches
two times for the two faced kiss ups
listen up, this a stick up, i’m triggered
no way is there more than one sheriff
hidden in the cherubs, bout to go gorillas..

feeling glad, but not happy with the way my bag of sunshine’s f-cking with my spirits, so my mojo bout to clear it
if you feel me on a spiritual level, lemme hear it
lemme hear it from the back, from the end of pure oblivion
catch me in a limbo, going 8 feet under it
or catch me by the stripper pole, 8 inched, strutting it
super bad and spectacled
b-tch i’m mclovin it
gold arches with the m’s
super sized lavishing
but i make no money, yet i waste no time
unfazed with no rollie
cause i’m fly all the time
why you bugging on my life?
can’t you see i cannot give a f-ck?
this the type of ignorance that be getting us f-cked up

[hook:]
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
and we don’t give a f-ck, uh

we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
we gon’ get f-cked up
and we don’t give a f-ck, uh

- l rapper lyrics

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