LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLoner Life
Hurt, what it do?Hzrd went crazy on that motherfuckerYou still think about me and don't like the way that I liveStill can't figure out the way my heart isShe know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)Thirty poppa came over (Woo, thirty poppa) , come out the window, hangover (Woo)Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeahWhole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uhShe know I got that bag, I want her back (Woo)She know I'ma stand on this shit, okTurn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn onRich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?I got the money, I changed my personaBulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (Woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)Standin' on top of these niggas, yeahMomma, you got it, I did it, yeahOn top of the mountains with millions, woah (Woo)My kids gon' have it and get it (Woo)I just might go buy my sister a BentleyI just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top)She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with meFrom the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in itI come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't fuck with them, nada percentageThe pendant got floods in itSwitch the wheels and you know it gon' rub differentFrom the gutter and still in the mud with itDouble R (Double R, double R) , I take the top off that motherfuckerI pull up in that Rover, it's truck colorUp inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutterI done ran up that fetty on all these niggasBullets rain like confetti, you played with itCome from walking with holes inside my tennisI accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime)You still think about me and don't like the way that I liveStill can't figure out the way my heart isShe know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)Thirty poppa came over (Thirty poppa) , come out the window, hangover (Woo, hangover)Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeahWhole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
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