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• Artiste: LBS Kee'vin
• Titre: Lifestyle
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75 on the interstate I  be in the streets sun up to sundown Me  and my nigga ran it up, sellin' one pound I'm from the west side, one up and one down In the hood since a child, ain't surprised by the gun sounds All  my whips got Italian leather Me  and my bitch gon' get a bag together (Bag together) They can't tell me nothin' lasts forever I  just spent six bands on a cashmere sweater I'm that nigga, she gon' suck it if I let her I knew that she would let me fuck the moment that I met her We ain't fuckin' with rats, you know we gettin' to the cheddar Like  a rock band, never leave without the heavy metal In the trap every day, you the buyer, I'm the seller In the bank every day, I be flirtin' with the teller Fuck a bitch so good, she gon' put me in her header I'm the hottest in the city, name a nigga do it better This lifestyle I'm livin' Spendin' no limit, they think I run with the cartel Shoppin' in Fendi 550 Benz with the red guts and the new car smell (Car smell) She walked in the door, then dropped to her knees I told her, "Bae, you know me so well" I'm all in New York with thirteen ways to get it Catchin' plays like Odell I done got rich off of wholesale I'm fuckin' a nigga's bitch at the hotel We get them packs in, vacuum, no smell Ain't a fuckin' drug on Earth that I won't sell If you ain't fuckin' the gang then oh well I put my trust in the gang, they won't tell If I get caught with this, I ain't gettin' no bail Mention my name, I bet it ring like a doorbell My shooter got the tool in the streets D Wade, he a fool with the heat (He a fool with the heat) Push-start, I ain't usin' a key You gettin' money? Gotta prove it to me (Gotta prove it to me) Won't beef, it's amusin' to me Call 12, I'm abusin' the beat (I'm abusin' the beat) Only real niggas movin' with me Five bands for the shoes on my feet (For the shoes on my feet) I be in the streets sun up to sundown Me and my nigga ran it up, sellin' one pound I'm from the west side, one up and one down In the hood since a child, ain't surprised by the gun sounds All my whips got Italian leather Me and my bitch gon' get a bag together (Bag together) They can't tell me nothin' lasts forever I just spent six bands on a cashmere sweater I'm that nigga, she gon' suck it if I let her I knew that she would let me fuck the moment that I met her We ain't fuckin' with rats, you know we gettin' to the cheddar Like a rock band, never leave without the heavy metal In the trap every day, you the buyer, I'm the seller In the bank every day, I be flirtin' with the teller Fuck a bitch so good, she gon' put me in her header I'm the hottest in the city, name a nigga do it better