Good Life Freestyle
I ain't got a single thing to cry about
New house, got some gold in my mouth
It's some california girls gon fly em out (ay)
Finally moved out my mama's house (oh, skrrt)
I'm with a blonde bitch and her friends
Seein 20/20 cause all 4 of these bitches is 10's (10's, oh yeah)
I imported a whip with the tints (turn up, turn up)
Hotel suites, and YSL jeans
Hot boy something like wayne in the 90's (huuuh)
Got a bad one chillin beside me
And always got the whole damn crew behind me
I pult up in a truck like that
And when she leave me she gon run right back (huuuh)
How he stuntin like that?
We spend a lil money n we juug it right back (turn up, turn up)
I just wanna kick it with a pretty brunette (oh)
Roll another swisher pour a lil moet, yeah
Walk up in the party they like "where the ho's at?" (ay)
And if you tryna find me i be where the ho's at
I been dreaming bout the goodlife since i was a kid
Now its half naked bitches all over the crib
Now the paper in my pocket bout as thick as my bitch
And all you label advance rappers should stick to the script
Always doin what you told cause you know you a bitch
Shawty breakin down the swishers got some liquer to sip
And the brand new rolls came equip with a bitch (skr, skr, skr)
And i worked hard my whole life for the life that i live, yeah
And i ain't snapped in a minute
Love songs got these females catchin them feelins
When i step up to the mic i give a fuck if you feel it
Came a long way man but its just the begining, ayyy
Girl you fuckin with a young boy, come through
Pull up with the suicide doors no sunroof
Did it for the fans god dammit i love you
Im the living proof you can do whatever it is you want to
Hundreds blue you ain't gotta count it
Im sippin on a brew doin doughnuts in the audi
I had to step it up cause my songs hard but the bars lousy
Weed smoke thick got your bitch so drowsy
Ahh yeah lemme hear it
The fans goin nuts you can smell the teen spirit
Its a brand new year and you know we finna get it
Cloudboys CEO real talk bitch i live it, oh
Tell me how it feel'
Tell me how it feel'
Feel' good, don't it?
New house, got some gold in my mouth
It's some california girls gon fly em out (ay)
Finally moved out my mama's house (oh, skrrt)
I'm with a blonde bitch and her friends
Seein 20/20 cause all 4 of these bitches is 10's (10's, oh yeah)
I imported a whip with the tints (turn up, turn up)
Hotel suites, and YSL jeans
Hot boy something like wayne in the 90's (huuuh)
Got a bad one chillin beside me
And always got the whole damn crew behind me
I pult up in a truck like that
And when she leave me she gon run right back (huuuh)
How he stuntin like that?
We spend a lil money n we juug it right back (turn up, turn up)
I just wanna kick it with a pretty brunette (oh)
Roll another swisher pour a lil moet, yeah
Walk up in the party they like "where the ho's at?" (ay)
And if you tryna find me i be where the ho's at
I been dreaming bout the goodlife since i was a kid
Now its half naked bitches all over the crib
Now the paper in my pocket bout as thick as my bitch
And all you label advance rappers should stick to the script
Always doin what you told cause you know you a bitch
Shawty breakin down the swishers got some liquer to sip
And the brand new rolls came equip with a bitch (skr, skr, skr)
And i worked hard my whole life for the life that i live, yeah
And i ain't snapped in a minute
Love songs got these females catchin them feelins
When i step up to the mic i give a fuck if you feel it
Came a long way man but its just the begining, ayyy
Girl you fuckin with a young boy, come through
Pull up with the suicide doors no sunroof
Did it for the fans god dammit i love you
Im the living proof you can do whatever it is you want to
Hundreds blue you ain't gotta count it
Im sippin on a brew doin doughnuts in the audi
I had to step it up cause my songs hard but the bars lousy
Weed smoke thick got your bitch so drowsy
Ahh yeah lemme hear it
The fans goin nuts you can smell the teen spirit
Its a brand new year and you know we finna get it
Cloudboys CEO real talk bitch i live it, oh
Tell me how it feel'
Tell me how it feel'
Feel' good, don't it?
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Writer(s): Alexander Francis Kelly
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