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terrance moore - life lyrics

[intro]
seem like little sh-t happens just to p-ss me off
i dare a dumb rapper, come and diss me dog
cause all i’m missing is a crib, yeah a big -ss loft
and a little bit of whiskey show to you who ain’t soft, me
jersey in the building, these words what we k!lling
they respected a n-gga ‘fore they heard what he spitting
getting to the money like a motherf-cking counterfeiter
no money printer, they need a money printer for me…

[hook]
hey, hey
we’re living day to day
getting laid
why in the f-ck would i m-st-rbate?

all my motherf-ckers doing alright
all my motherf-ckers living the life

and i’m that muhf-ckin’ n-gga man
uh, uh
i’m that muhf-cker, muhf-cker
(muhf-cka!)
f-cker, muhf-muhf-cker
f-cker, i thought i told you muhf-ckers…

[verse 1]
i’m that muhf-cking n-gga man
whole clique gone bubble
not looking for trouble
i’m looking for all of my figures to double
and all of my n-ggas gone hustle
til our bank don’t struggle like jigga or russell
“man, both b-tches & n-ggas they love you…”
well, it ain’t ‘cause of riches or muscle
it’s ‘cause of the sh-t that i put in my rhymes
times the feeling that i’m encouraging when i spit lines
first you get hearts, then you get shine
that’s just the start of the sh-t when you signed
uh, i need a toast, for having them shocked like they see a ghost
i need big funds, i don’t need a boat
i need a bad one that feel the need to vote
uh, it’s unbelievable
i found clear head sp-ce and some weed to blow
might grow back my peasy ‘fro, and caesar that sh-t when it grow, but no
no, see, either way i’m gone get that dough
when that range rov- sitting low
know that nuveaux on the road
if it’s two-door, i can’t coast
but soon enough, i’ll learn to drive slow
if i do enough, will i ever drive?
no
see, bumpy be my road
merci, no -lago
often kick it, no tae-bo
(lead and they follow…)

[hook]
hey, hey
we’re living day to day
getting laid
why in the f-ck would i m-st-rbate?

all my motherf-ckers doing alright
all my motherf-ckers living the life

and i’m that muhf-ckin’ n-gga man
uh, uh
i’m that muhf-cker, muhf-cker
(muhf-cka!)
f-cker, muhf-muhf-cker
f-cker, i thought i told you muhf-ckers…

[verse 2]
can you fit a whole gang in a range rover?
man, i just hope the f-cking cops don’t pull this thing over
cause all my bros smoking dope and can’t remain sober
man, i might need that d-mn boat to get the gang mobile
man, i suppose that the pain that we go through
lead to ovals like a mogul
that what goals do, when your life so d-mn social
on fried rice and every type of coastal fish i like (that’s real)
this man never kneel, unless it’s for proposal
know hoes never keep it real, her heart i steal, romantically i’m hopeful
she can hop in that shotgun, even if it’s old school
always keep in control, never explode chern0byl
i just sit on the wall like a business’ first oval
no mistress, nix a curfew
i’m so d-mn p-ssed at the world
that i’d rather f-ck a b-tch, than love a girl
guess you’d call it young & ignorant
but i’m solid, i ain’t missing sh-t
mileage or college either way, you get your scholarship

[hook]
hey, hey
we’re living day to day
getting laid
why in the f-ck would i m-st-rbate?

all my motherf-ckers doing alright
all my motherf-ckers living the life

and i’m that muhf-ckin’ n-gga man
uh, uh
i’m that muhf-cker, muhf-cker
(muhf-cka!)
f-cker, muhf-muhf-cker
f-cker, i thought i told you muhf-ckers…

- terrance moore lyrics

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