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• Artiste: DJ Kayslay
• Titre: About That Life
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Featuring Fabolous, T Pain, Rick Ross, Nelly & French Montana (Intro) Ayo it’s DJ Kay Slay, the drama king So this is what it comes down to huh? You niggas think you’re bout that life? Well it’s time to show and prove Fam, set it off (Verse) Look, I terminate a bitch like her name is Sarah Connor Where I’m from we never meet daddies, swear all mamas I’m high fashion, so my Gucci reaks of marijuana My shoes are killin em, I call these a pair of armor sides Put me in the passenger and I’mma ride ‘Cause my mind is full of massacres Kill the verses, I lay em down and fill up hearses You can’t be the best without knowing who the worst is Me and Kay a lot alike, we don’t fake nothing Thick bitches in my sheets, I be straight stuntin You got the wrong keys, I ain’t who to start with Rise of the apes, now who you monkeys getting smart with? (Hook) I’m bout that money, I’m bout that fetty I’m down to get it by any means necessary I’m bout that drama, I’m bout that stripe Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonn see Bitch I’m bout that life, Goin hard, goin in Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit I’m alive, now tell them hatin ass niggas That hatin on it, make ya die quicker ‘Cause bitch I’m bout that life! (Verse: Rick Ross) In love with the money, infatuated with coupes Immaculate living, money stack up to my roof The baddest of women, purse matchin the boots That’s the half you don’t wanna see what’s in that fuckin bag Pull it like a flip camp, first you aim it, then you fire Penthouse smoke a nigga, I can get no higher Hella bad heroine in every bag she carry on You niggas ain’t getting money, fuck yea then carry on Them biggest and the richest, fucking self made Ricky Rose and my nigga Kay Slay Pound of purple green, 2 litre a pink Sprite I could flip a brick before a chick can blink twice, ah! (Hook) I’m bout that money, I’m bout that fetty I’m down to get it by any means necessary I’m bout that drama, I’m bout that stripe Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonn see Bitch I’m bout that life, Goin hard, goin in Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit I’m alive, now tell them hatin ass niggas That hatin on it, make ya die quicker ‘Cause bitch I’m bout that life! (Verse) You know what? You don’t like me? I don’t give a fuck Respect is like some money to me, I don’t get enough Like I ain’t pull on the hardest city in America Saint Louis and we stutter yea King of the drama, see them rollin with the drama king Yo Kay Slay, your lil mama from your magazine You know the one that’s got a body like a cartoon Ass like a whale til the day they got a harpoon Woo! Just stackin racks on racks Go check my always motherfucker, plaques on plaques This niggas lie and lie, I’m speaking facts on facts My hotel room if that’s the dirty, racks on racks (Hook) I’m bout that money, I’m bout that fetty I’m down to get it by any means necessary I’m bout that drama, I’m bout that stripe Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonn see Bitch I’m bout that life, Goin hard, goin in Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit I’m alive, now tell them hatin ass niggas That hatin on it, make ya die quicker ‘Cause bitch I’m bout that life! (Verse) Lookin at a dollar bill saw the White House Then I flipped a couple bills, bought a white house Triple beam on the triple stack, triple back Goin back on like I dribble back, simple fact When I drop rolla in that top folla Bitches going both ways like they bipolar Pop the ace, blackjack, ski mask, black neck Hit the back of your head, turn your fitty to a snap back Best of the greatest, bought the pussy and paid for laters Waste of money, wag hair, the bitch bravest Word to Kay Slay, you nigga straight stuntin I be spendin 7 digits like it ain’t nothing (Hook) I’m bout that money, I’m bout that fetty I’m down to get it by any means necessary I’m bout that drama, I’m bout that stripe Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonn see Bitch I’m bout that life, Goin hard, goin in Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit I’m alive, now tell them hatin ass niggas That hatin on it, make ya die quicker ‘Cause bitch I’m bout that life!