[Intro: Project Pat & Lil Wayne] This life gon' be the death of me Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Wake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet She walk out here, she wearin' me I talk my shit, she smellin' me And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans Love my trigger finger so much, I bought her the wedding ring, yeah Yeah, let's get married Cut off his head and the rest get buried Cross on my head like a presbyterian Tell 'em he dead, I'ma say his parents Tears get shed only if you carin' Right on his head, see the red beam glarin' Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up Ain't that a bitch, I might bang at your bitch If I go at her neck, I'ma hand that lil' bitch Scope on the TEC and they carry that shit I can hit you up from any range with that bitch Got paper, got Dracos, case on the radar You fuck on me wrong, I'ma bake your potato I twist his head off just you like a tornado Pull out the twos and I'm landin' on my ego I buss down aqueno, fuck on a gay ho Can't find a straight a ho but I ain't complainin' That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho" I been on my J.O, I'm bendin', she J.Lo She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos All of this bread and she can't get a bagel All of that said, I can't really stay though I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Phabo, I'm gone
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Wake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I make you come, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene Eight plus off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything 'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone it wouldn't even barely ring I don't compete but you can't compete, plain Jane, Patek Phillippe Out with my lady, we came to eat My stomach, you think that it changed the beat We on a date, makin' rain some ones They want no chain, but the chains gon' come Soon as I say it, it's said and done And my screensaver my favorite gun I'm rockin', I'm swervin', I'm poppin', detergent Get money, it's urgent, God bless her surgeon I rub my hands, Birdman Double cup lean here I done been a weed man It's a blessing you ain't dead I keep it rollin' like paraplegics I better believe then you better believe it Ho bitin' on my like every mosquito I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people I did the math and ain't no way we equal The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel
[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Wake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
[Outro: Project Pat & Lil Wayne] Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip This life gon' be the death of me Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt, blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip This life gon' be the death of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
