
4LIFE Dro Kenji
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "4LIFE" by Dro Kenji. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Every night
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
(Census, what you cookin'?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you stress it, don't you stress us
Don't you stress anything about our love, lil' lady
I don't wanna worry again
When I do, I start to panic again and again
[Chorus]
Never wanna trip about what should be mine
I could right my wrongs, I never see your calls
Never wanna dream about you every night
I got her stuck in my head and I feel like it's gon' last for life
[Verse]
I chose the lonely road
Countin' up this money until I'm in the ground
I chose the hard way out
Don't you run from all your feelings for long, they might pop out
Poppin' a Perc and it's gettin' her loose (Gettin' her loose)
Pull up my Bentley convertible (Bentley convertible)
Eatin' my dick like some Lunchables
FaceTime lil' shawty and hit her up, keepin' it punchable
I'm icy as hell, baguettes abominable
Stacking these hoes like some dominoes, top it all
I topple down, I'm feelin' unstoppable (Feelin' unstoppable)
Countin' this money and sippin' on tropical
Oh, oh
Every night
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
(Census, what you cookin'?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you stress it, don't you stress us
Don't you stress anything about our love, lil' lady
I don't wanna worry again
When I do, I start to panic again and again
[Chorus]
Never wanna trip about what should be mine
I could right my wrongs, I never see your calls
Never wanna dream about you every night
I got her stuck in my head and I feel like it's gon' last for life
[Verse]
I chose the lonely road
Countin' up this money until I'm in the ground
I chose the hard way out
Don't you run from all your feelings for long, they might pop out
Poppin' a Perc and it's gettin' her loose (Gettin' her loose)
Pull up my Bentley convertible (Bentley convertible)
Eatin' my dick like some Lunchables
FaceTime lil' shawty and hit her up, keepin' it punchable
I'm icy as hell, baguettes abominable
Stacking these hoes like some dominoes, top it all
I topple down, I'm feelin' unstoppable (Feelin' unstoppable)
Countin' this money and sippin' on tropical
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.