RE-UP GANG

RE-UP GANG - Fast Life lyrics

rate me

What your paper like

What your paper like

What your paper like

I can show you what my paper like

Money first

Fast cars

Out come the chicks and their panties and bras

Come on

I said come on

I do this for my go gettas

To my old flippas

All my roseemo sippas

Tell the feds to take moe pictures

I smile for the camera

My niggas hold keys like janitors

Throw d's on that bitch baught her tits like pamelas

Spend a whole day trying take all my stamina

Never that still got more for tamara

Whos your sex game no amature

I come clean

J rude damage the scene

The coupe got a mind of it's own like Christine

Murder in the block have past

Watcha wanna do with me

King carta flow untouchable if you don't believe then homie you sniff me

The scent still trapped on my clothes and I just came from over the stove

So watcha wanna spend

Watcha your paper bought

Throw the g's up

Show your watch off

Roll your sleeve up

New plates on it

Hold them keys up

We buy the bar out

Baby drink up

It's the lime light

It's the car show

She want a joy ride

See how fast the car go

Hot summer days

Long Vegas nights

You bet it all baby

Welcome to the fast life

R.E.U.P.G.A.N.G.

Word on the street girlfriend is stingy

Get real like a davinici

College to the cealin' I'm dremin somebody pinch me

My presence is an event

The party don't start until they let us in

That; s right ladies and gents coke money turn rap money give it a rent

Next come a spin cycle

The rims on that benz get more spin then micheal

I leave them hoes with an eye full

Malice be the truth like the bible

To the red bottom soles

All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bole

Last dragon I got the blow

My public await I got to go

Money first

Fast cars

Out come the chicks and their panties and bras

Come on

I said come on

I redid if I say it you can see it

No red and blue lenses needed

The red white and blue and the chains make em pledge alligience

These 16's is undefeated

Now crown me

It's the almighty duo

You know critically acclaimed movin' weight like a sumo

All my diddy bob plain cloths knitted top

Clif 3 title til the casket drop

And the boy got swagger

Hot as a rollin' stone

I'm McJagger

Don't wanna pick up the chrome

But might have ta

Anyone think he gunna dethrone the rapper

Next chapter us out in vegas

Breakin' the ben just like we ball players

And we all up in the majors

Pushin' crack to a far San Andres

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