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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) Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt) Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Wake up, light the blunt I 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 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 it a 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 him he dead and upset his parents Tears get shed only if you carin' Right on his head, see the red beam blarin' 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 might hang that lil' bitch Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit I could hit you up from any range with that bitch Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato I twist his head up just like a tornado Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo" I buss down a Quaalude, 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 Jay, ho, I'm Ben and 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 Fabo, I'm gone Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep My bitch look like she Chero my crib look like I'm sellin' key My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene A+ 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 I'm with my lady, we came to eat My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat We on a date, make it rain some ones They want no change, but the change 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 head I done been the weed man It's a blessin' you ain't dead I keep it rollin' like paraplegic I'm better, believe it, you better believe it Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people I did the math and ain't no way we equal This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel Wake up, light the blunt I 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 Blunt Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt) Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt) 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) Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt) Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt) This life gon' be the death of me