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lifes good (freestyle) - shad da god lyrics

[hook: shad da god]
ooh
riding round with that stick n*gga we used to this
ap on my wrist n*gga i’m used to this
n*gga tryna high side they doing too much
pulled up on your block n*gga with that drank po’d up
big burger had that act y’all used to get it from us
n*gga got some money think they left us in the dust
i still be posted on the nat i got that glock by my nuts
got big [?] in my wood i smoke it down to a b*tt

[verse 1: shad da god]
b*tch i’m bankroll mafia, what is clout?
bricks inside the wall we don’t know nun bout no drought
im bussin’ out that lambo truck, yo car gon’ hit a front flip
i’m outside on that west side right now we make that dope flip
gunna had a n*gga in jamaica, i put on louis flips
me and wheezy smoked out in the mansion i bought 12 zips
and we even pulled up on some shottas’ with some thirty clips
ain’t kicking like we kicking in atlanta i’m f*cking with real rips
and i’m on a flight to la this ain’t nun but a work trip
i pull up in la and i pull up on the slimes
this bankroll pj sh*t cuz we count money every time
they dropped you on your head if you think i drop a dime

[hook: shad da god]
riding round with that stick n*gga we used to this
ap on my wrist n*gga i’m used to this
n*gga tryna high side they doing too much
pulled up on your block n*gga with that drank po’d up
big burger had that act y’all used to get it from us
n*gga got some money think they left us in the dust
i still be posted on the nat i got that glock by my nuts
got big [?] in my wood i smoke it down to a b*tt

[verse 2: shad da god]
i mean sh*t we riding with a stick got a bankroll on ‘em, i mean life’s good, sh*t

pull up on her she ready
pull up on her she got poontang ready
had the stick in my bag
imma just hold it cuz this sh*t too heavy
got the supercharge, i’m ready
foreign car i’m getting blowed by chevy
i’m from where it get messy, n*ggas know not to play on my exit
hundred thousand dollar benz coupe i’m doing donuts in that b*tch
it’s a fee to come smoke with me you know it’s berner weed that i twist
550 on factories and my n*gga bought it off it a l!ck
if she really wanna hit the clean imma let her hit it off the brick
big b*lls on the margielas it’s a couple thousand for the kick
n*gga ready die bout her so i told her go and break that trick
i got that fire and i’m letting it go, anybody get hit
i got the [?] in that dope if anybody get sick
i got some fanta be smoking that blow, and i let me see the bic
riding thru the bluff like curtis snow the museum by that sh*t
kicked by the trap music museum selling n*ggas waters n sh*t
and they gon’ run up on your car like they bout to hit a l!ck
30 round kel*tec on my seat, and i’m riding with the biscuit
i pulled out that album these folks gon be drunk imma call this sh*t whiskey
they waiting on in god we trust like taxes, and they ass bout to get it

- shad da god lyrics

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