[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)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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
[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 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
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
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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
[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 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
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