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leesta - x2 lifestyle lyrics

[intro]
oh, yeah, let’s go, kay9ine

[chorus]
let’s go, kay9ine, let’s go, let’s go, kay9ine
i told my family, “we got porsches every time i ride” (ride, yeah)
remember these b+tches were gorgeous (uh+huh)
i took a pint out to cali and then i floored it (skrrt)
man, i’m talkin’ ’bout my lil’ foreign (foreign)
choppa gon’ leave your body porous (yeah)

[verse]
i ball on these players
i made my wrist piece himalayas
got a b+tch from the a, one from decatur
money talk, won’t talk to a b+tch or a hater
i’m smokin’ dope, papaya+flavored
she from the bay area, yeah+yeah
and we just might fall apart if she tryna be my lil’ lady
i cannot save ya
i tried to tell ’em once that i was gon’ go up
they didn’t listen, how the f+ck is that my fault?
beam ridin’ round, i touch up like some drywall
i wanna f+ck the baddest b+tch tonight, oh
if she wan’ talk to me, then we gon’ talk
off a tramadol, finna hit a moonwalk
know some boys movin’ work out the u+hauls
on god, on god, we ball, we ball
that molly call
we passin’ these b+tches like a volleyball
she start cryin’ after the call, yeah
if you make a wrong move, then you gettin’ knocked off
i put that on god and on everything
i ain’t trippin’ no more ’bout no b+tch or wedding ring
i probably bet she moved on to another thing
’cause god knows, i can’t be her everything
shoutout my uncle skizz’, your b+tch know how we live
smokin’ on dope, i’m smokin’ on p+ss pack
my car cost your whole crib, oh
keep up, try to keep up with me
got a shooter with a glock, with a drum, it hold fifty
i fly my shooter from the city
’cause i know that he stickin’ with me, yeah
if i don’t trust a b+tch, then i won’t tell her that i do
my money stack, pockets fat, they on uncle luke
we ride on atvs, we f+ck up the neighborhood, yeah
and i smell like loud from the pack, yeah
let’s go, let’s go
[chorus]
let’s go, kay9ine, let’s go, let’s go, kay9ine (on god, let’s go)
i told my family, “we got porsches every time i ride” (ride, yeah)
remember these b+tches were gorgeous (uh+huh)
i took a pint out to cali and then i floored it (skrrt)
man, i’m talkin’ ’bout my lil’ foreign (foreign)
choppa gon’ leave your body porous (yeah)

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