TONY YAYO & DANNY BROWN

TONY YAYO & DANNY BROWN - My Life's The Shit lyrics

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[Talking: Tony Yayo]

I'm a stay away from the media for a minute man

Stupid nigga fucking up my high man

Low ass kids with a blunt backstage

I'm bout this 15 thousand

Yea

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]

Tears coming out my eyes

No fear when it's time to ride

Eve ate from the tree of knowledge

Good and evil the devil decieve you

Rose nights sour diesel on the diesel

Money up early in the morning

Ball perry on don perrigon

Fish eggs and fillet minjon

My life's the shit, my shoes are grip

Global gun kush blowing with ya bitch

My life's the shit, my shoes are grip

Global gun kush blowing with ya bitch

My life's the shit

[Danny Brown:]

The play chart turn a wheel purse

Where the money well worth you smeeling like seys purch

Indictments come around we bet on who gon tell 1st

Bags like the bail boy now you in the field hurt

Hot like solariums thermals and 2 shirts

Heart of an ogre with the mind of a soldier

At everyday at 4 on the sofa like oprah

But no talk show dog I got that soda

Yea, the haze same color as mocha

Test and get stretched like the clotes madoka

I use to be o.t on rented corollas

Now we roll a o up while sippin mamossas

Swisher burning got my brain on acrobats

Smoking all day dog like I got cataracs

On the corner negotiating like I'm eric bak

I make a movie dog I don't need miramax

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo:]

You more scary than a witches snout

And more leary than a snitches mouth

Bitches know what I'm about

Gatorade full of lean outta electrolights

Bitch sippin with me sunshine harlem nights

Yea, I slip her ass out her reggie johnsons

Now she moving powder johnson and johnson

Rats giving tips off

Cause my hands like lebrons at tip off

Uh, I make a mill off this cooking apron

Bad bitch move it her and cocaine as debating

8th a key, her pretty pussy dilating

Work fire, skin tone saniya lekem

In papadeuxs eating frog legs and alligator

I hop out the scraper, to style on a hater

I'm in the trap nigggga, until the sun tilt

Cause my baby need pampers and his bottles filled

[Chorus]

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