Songtexte

Hell of a life
Kein Cover vorhanden!
	Titel:	Hell of a life
	Interpret:	T.I.
	Einstelldatum:	15.11.2009 um 20:23
	Eingestellt von:	*Snowman*
	Download:	Hell of a life Downloaden!
	Aufrufe:	472
[Intro] Ay, ay... It's the King representin once more, ya understand? When people see me on Bankhead.. Man the folks start pointin, screamin, and wavin, and yellin and... I'm talumbout man, ay look mayne y'know I'm sayin.. I don't wanna roll over no toes in my Rolls, you dig what I'm sayin? Y'all just back up, let a pimp pass through, you dig? Hahahahah! [Chorus] The Beamers, Bentley's, double Maserati's Every time I see you, shawty where ya headin tonight? (Hey, where ya headin shawty?) Sellin out arenas, chicks wit asses like Serena Man, shawty live a hell of a life (I'm tryna tell ya shawty) It's a hell of a liiiiiiiife man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiiife... (That's how it is, real talk, true story) I ain't tellin no liiiiie man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiife... (That's how it is, real talk, true story) [Verse 1ne] Y'know, shawty goin extra hard when they release his passport Why I need a credit card? What you thank this cash for? (What?!) Hit the dealership and give 'em every dime he ask for Just so I can see two-hunnid sixty on the dashboard If shinin 'gainst the law, somebody better get the task force Find me hoes, lemme, lemme fuck 'em 'til their ass hoarse Pimpin' 101, just come and see me take a crash course You wanna count my money, go to college, need a math course On a Mach-dash-4, a hunnid milligram-y Breakneck speed 'til I see a billi comin I'm filthy rich and hungry, feel the crumblin in my stomach I'm still stuntin off the chain, chasin nothin but some money Put a couple pair of cools like I'm playin gin rummy No cards, just broads when a nigga dick hard Flooded offshore Auto Mart, lookin like a car start Put it in her wristwatch, ballin like a big shot [Chorus] [Verse 2wo] Swag on fully, no semi, hoe hear me? Bankrolls, no pennies, drop Rolls/roles, no Emmy's Street cred, no blemish, credit card, no limit You want Bankhead to spot a drop head, I'm in it! And bendin, a couple corners, hoppin on 20 Wit three or four women givin love like tennis I'm about just where her chin is, giving me the bih'ness While I'm ridin through the city, gag, swallow, no spittin Livin life, like I just got out of prison Wednesday night If yo' chick is in my sight, then that chick is gettin right And I know niggaz now with bitches think I'm hittin it and they right They keep my name up out dey mouth and mind dey business, dey aight Hey aight, if you hear me say aight, okay, aight? 'Cause you know I got dem goons with me and I pay aight And they would like to see me broke or back to prison see me go But instead they see me ballin, stuntin, everywhere we go - GO! [Chorus] [Interlude] Money won't fall, pockets on swole Rubberband keep poppin out my {?} (I ain't tellin no liiiiie man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiife...) (That's how it is, real talk, true story) Brand new car fill my brand new chicks A hunnid bands right quick to see ya man doin biz (I ain't tellin no liiiiie man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiife...) (That's how it is, real talk, true story) [Chorus]

Zurück