Life I Live - Rv

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MKThePlug

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Let me tell you 'bout the life I live

In my Range with a gorgeous babe, waist petite but her thighs are thick

Rolls with me when I cut through traffic, and I get head behind these tints

Still pull up and rise my ting

Do him like Junior, slap man’s head like My Wife and Kids

Let me tell you 'bout the life I live

In my Range with a gorgeous babe, waist petite but her thighs are thick

Rolls with me when I cut through traffic, and I get head behind these tints

Still pull up and rise my ting

Do him like Junior, slap man’s head like My Wife and Kids

I was locked down in a Rugby jail, sending Tugzy mail

Came a long way from dusty cells, brand new corn, no rusty bells

They get-got by the gang and see us go clear, that must be hell

If two opposites attract

Then it must be deader than Hus, gotta trust I don’t fuck with no ugly girls

She said that she love me, well, come hold this mash and prove it

But keep it safe cah I spent five on it like Luniz

I can put this on my life, if I ain’t got no smoke, I’m with the knife like a

fork and spoon is

The man broke, what a shambles, applied too much pressure to handle

Opps get-got for fashion, or run away like Naomi Campbell

Fry man’s head like egg, stress, leave his brains all scrambled

Run man down in my Jordan 3's, got good support for my ankles

Let me tell you 'bout the life I live

In my Range with a gorgeous babe, waist petite but her thighs are thick

Rolls with me when I cut through traffic, and I get head behind these tints

Still pull up and rise my ting

Do him like Junior, slap man’s head like My Wife and Kids

Let me tell you 'bout the life I live

In my Range with a gorgeous babe, waist petite but her thighs are thick

Rolls with me when I cut through traffic, and I get head behind these tints

Still pull up and rise my ting

Do him like Junior, slap man’s head like My Wife and Kids

Don’t lack, that’s a bad decision

If I catch man slipping, slap man’s head like his plaits was itching

All the times that I had no driver, done it on a bike like Bradley Wiggins

Only facts I’m spitting

Just know she got it in her bag if you see RV and a bad B with him

Gorgeous one, amazing bumper, gotta save that number

She wanna go home with my hoodie, no A Boogie, take my jumper

I need to retire by thirty five, or maybe younger

Come to my hood when you don’t belong here then you can get shaved in summer

The life I live is a ments one, brand new spinner’s a hench one

If I go backwards, slap it in reverse, that’s you redrum

I was in jail for a year last year and I had phone for ten months

My bread long like baguettes, I don’t know nuttin' 'bout bread crumbs

Let me tell you 'bout the life I live

In my Range with a gorgeous babe, waist petite but her thighs are thick

Rolls with me when I cut through traffic, and I get head behind these tints

Still pull up and rise my ting

Do him like Junior, slap man’s head like My Wife and Kids

Let me tell you 'bout the life I live

In my Range with a gorgeous babe, waist petite but her thighs are thick

Rolls with me when I cut through traffic, and I get head behind these tints

Still pull up and rise my ting

Do him like Junior, slap man’s head like My Wife and Kids

Brigades

MKThePlug