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los - tha life lyrics

i’m addicted to money
my only interest is money
you ain’t gettin’ it sonny
thats why yo’ b-tches wan’ f-ck me
i’m right at the end of the money (2x’s) (1st time, stack) (2nd time, whoo)
money and b-tches, i got it made
and i keep ’em clean like i got a maid
and i’m stuntin’ with this bread
f-ck that modest face
they tell me this money’ll kill you
i tell ’em i’m not afraid
see i grind for this sh-t grind for this sh-t
so much i ain’t got time for this sh-t
money everywhere swear i lie in the sh-t
me too h-ll no you lying and sh-t
im livin’ to rap man i’m dying to spit
i’m too high in this sh-t
i’m supplying this sh-t
cause i am the sh-t, b-tch
they wide and they swell
you, if gluttony is a sin
f-ck it cause i refuse to be one of these n-gg-s
eatin’ but barely they skin and bones
make it to the top get so high and they fell
splat, fall face plant
see me i ball sp-ce jam
cause we taking y’all place then, (sorry)
now that ain’t nice at all
this is this is just a small chase bank
i’m addicted to money
my only interest is money
you ain’t gettin’ it sonny
thats why yo’ b-tches wan’ f-ck me
i’m right at the end of the money (2x’s) (1st time, stack) (2nd time, whoo)
i gotta choppa named charlie
a b-tch named charlie
wit’ a choppa on a harley
that’ll chop a ho for me
li’l proper snow bunny
that’ll chop a whole onion
she got that geronimo for me
got a b-tch named chris
i got a b-tch named moe
i bring chrissy mo’ moe
meet ’em at the mo-mo
and then i f-ck both chicks
cause b-tch i balldrum walk chris paul paul p-ss
b-tch eyeb-lls’ll fall out her head
i over ball just like eyelids
i’m over y’all just like pilots
stop eyeballin’ this life i live
you ain’t do sh-t once that twice i did
so stop talkin’ bout whatcha finna do
you pretended you were
ten of you couldn’t equal one me n-gg-
better act right you could stand on the moon
with a flashlight still couldn’t son me n-gg-
and you muf-ckas be b-ms
and i’m more like a bun-b n-gg-
come and see
what a pimp-c
always after the money
get back to the money
see thats the model that we follow
that’s why the gat by the tummy
‘case one you b-st-rds act funny
that’s why famers go beserk on lames
and i squirt those flames on the worst propane
no pain no gain and my verse cocaine
cause its d-e-f hyphen n hyphen m
e-r-k flow firemen i admit
if you ever thought you was fly as them try again
you’re a deer trapped in a lion’s den, raw (got d-mnnn)
man i stroggle hard, bow guard
when the lights get low
and the crowd gets quiet
when beginners start the mic and so guard your broad
i’mma pipe that backseat
had a night cap last week
made her bite that scratch me
sorry my bad (i’m sorry)
and before i wanted this sh-t
my mind was only on money and b-tches
i’m addicted to money
my only interest is money
you ain’t gettin’ it sonny
thats why yo b-tches wan’ f-ck me
i’m right at the end of the money (2x’s) (1st time, stack) (2nd time, whoo)

- los lyrics

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