一辈子心情

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林忆莲 - 一辈子心情

    林忆莲《一辈子心情》歌词

    What of the dollar you murdered for

    Is that the one fighting for your soul

    Or your brother's the one that you're running from

    But if you got money  f**k it  because I want some

    B I G

    F**k with me

    Oh god

    Wooo OK

    Ain't nobody f**kin' with my

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthaf**kin'

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    As I look around  they don't do it like my

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    And all these bad b**ches  man  they want the

    They want the  they want the

    I tell a bad b**ch do whatever I say

    My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway

    It's grande  from Friday  to next Friday

    I been up straight for nine days  I need a spa day

    She tryna get me that poo tang

    I might let my crew bang

    My crew deeper than Wu Tang

    I'm rolling with (Huh) f**k I'm saying

    Girl  you know my crew name

    You know 2 Chainz  Scrrr

    I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wanye

    But I'm the f**kin' villian  man  they kneelin when I walkin in the building

    Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'

    What a feeling  ah man  they gotta be

    Young player from the D that's killin' everything that he see

    Ain't nobody f**kin' with my

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthaf**kin'

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    As I look around  they don't do it like my

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    And all these bad b**ches  man  they want the

    They want the  they want the

    Yeah am talking Ye'  yeah am talking Rih'  yeah I'm talking Bey  ni**a I'm talking me

    Yeah I'm talking bossy  I ain't talking Kelis

    You're money too short  you can't be talking to me

    Yeah I'm talking LeBron  we balling our family tree

    G O O D Music drug dealing drug cousin  ain't nothing f**kin' with we

    Turn that 62 to 125  125  to a 250  250 to a half a milli  ain't nothin' nobody can do with me

    Now who with me; vamanos  Call me Hov

    Translation  I'm the sh*t  Least that what my neck say  least that what my check say

    Lost my homie for a decade  ni**a down for like 12 years  ain't hug his son since the second grade

    He never told  who we gonna tell  we top of the totem pole

    It's the dream team meets the supreme team  and all our eyes green and only means one thing

    You ain't f**kin' with my clique

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthaf**kin'

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    As I look around  they don't do it like my

    Clique  clique  clique  clique  clique

    And all these bad b**ches  man  they want the

    They want the  they want the

    Break records of Louie

    Ate breakfast at Gucci

    My girl a superstar all from a home movie

    Bow on our arrival the unamerican idols

    When niggas did in Paris got em hanging off the Eiffel

    Yeah I'm talking business

    We talking CIA

    I'm talking George Tenet

    I seen him the other day

    He asked me about my Maybach

    Think he had the same

    Except mine tinted and his might have been rented

    You know white people get money don't spend it

    Or maybe they get money  buy a business

    I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ig'nant

    I know Spike Lee gon kill me but let me finish

    Blame it on the pigment  we living no limits

    Them gold master p ceilings was just a figment

    Of our imagination  MTV cribs

    Now I'm looking at a crib right next to where TC lives

    That's Tom Cruise  whatever she accuse

    He wasn't really drunk he just had a few brews

    Pass the refreshment a cool cool beverage

    Everything I do need a news crew present

    Steve-O swerve homie  watch out for the waves

    I'm way too black to burn from sunrays

    So I just meditated the home in Pompay

    About how I could build a new Rome in one day

    Every time I'm in Vegas they screaming like he's Elvis

    But I just wanna design hotels and nail it

    Sh*t is real got me feelin' Isrealian

    Like Bar Refaeli Gisele  no thats Brazilian

    Went through deep depression when my momma passed

    Suicide what kind of talk is that

    But I've been talking to God for so long

    That I have you look in my life I guess he talking back

    F**kin' with my clique

    Ain't nobody freshin' than my muthaf**kin'clique

    As I look around  they don't do it like my clique

    And all these bad b**ches  man  they want the

    They want the  they want the

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