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lif3style - who's lyrics

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(randz made this one)

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they wanna know who’s lif3style, is it f or does he trap?
i’m hearin’ rumours ’bout lif3style, did he get it off the rap?
rumours that he got them packs, i really get it in the trap
pullin’ up in foreign whips, i’m servin’ out them council flats
is it true them packs landin’ comin’ through they’re double vacked?
nothin’ broke me, i took losses, real sh+t, i get it back
n+ggas struggle with a fraction, thirty+six up in my trap
i really get to the mulli, put a hundred in them flats
snaked me for a lil’ change, friends stab you in your back
++++ got m’s in his wallet, i’ll show, you think it’s cap
when i talk abouy thеm straps, it’s glock, xds and macs
round me, keep a couple steppеrs, if you see ’em, know it’s that
pretty face, slim waist, and you know her ass fast
yeah, they see the lifestyle, got this off of servin’ packs
courtesy of cookin’ crack, my cats like scooby for them snacks
four pipes, hear it fartin’ when i’m steppin’ on the gas
early mornin’ fix, cats phonin’ for a tick
pullin’ up like big worm, yo, smokey, where’s my sh+t?
everything i got i earned, i stay consistent in this sh+t
i was only just a jiv, broski taught me how to whip
put some magic in the mix, i had to double up them quids
all them motorway trips, put some mileage on this whip
me and s split a fifty, that’s my brother from the bits
took some losses, lost some figures, couldn’t no one for sh+t
hit the m+way, two g packs, nokia phone, lyca sim
i been puttin’ in them shifts, so it’s destined that i win
this ain’t cookin’ with kya, i’m in the kitchen, crack in cling
i’m trappin’ out a blenders, see i’m tryna dodge the wing
them n+ggas love to talk to the most, they ain’t ever done a thing
heavyweight up on my back, and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gym
got her hair done and her nails done, tell her come give it a spin
one+fifty up to brum, you know we pull up for a bings
used to kick it me and ling, free my crodie off the wing
still ain’t takin’ any checks, mummy taught me watch my steps
she don’t trust me, call me trash, don’t know i’m different from the rest
overseas we takin’ flights, dj khaled, we the best
threw my youngen half a box, i told him put him to the test
told him hit me when it’s done, and i’ll dish him out the rest
still tryna dodge the obbo, i can’t let the feds arrest
stashed it under my bed, if mummy found it, she’d be vexxed
i can’t kick it with them n+ggas, see me lit, i know they’re stressed
countless times it went left, but i’m thankful that i’m blessed
comin’ up, it was a struggle, all i know is go get
if the door didn’t open, i was breakin’ cold sweat

- lif3style lyrics

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