Life's a Bitch
(Wah woah)
Have you ever got that feeling
Your heart stop the beating (Ooh)
Heart stop the beating
Goattalkk Novaa (ALS Made It)
Have you ever got that feeling
Your heart stop the beating
And then you feel
Like you just wanna go home
I never meant to let you down
Girl, I'm so sorry for not trying
Never have you go through this pain alone
I just got a pack through the mail, uh
Hopin' my grandma won't tell
When I walk in the school, I stay by myself Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help, (Nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears (Long Live Journey)
They say it is life, guess it is what it is
Gotta get it on my own, Ain't life is a bitch
Riding around town, & I got a Glock on me
If a fuck nigga play, get hit in his dome
I hop in the car, I shoot at ya spine
I walk with my clique, you niggas is not
Don't, pass me the blick
You know you gone die
I shoot at your top, and buss at your spine
Bitch, I got my Glock, yo ass gone die
If I want you now, I don't gotta try, uh
I want you, Girl, why you trying hard, Trying hard (Why you trying)
You want me to leave
But Girl you know I won't
Know I won't (Nah nah)
Missing your love
Going through the storm
Through the storm (Through the storm)
Your love is a drug, but Girl
It's all I want, all I want
Girl what I need to please your soul (What I Need)
You know I wanna drive the boat (Drive the boat)
Get you so high so we can float (Yeah)
And put a 8th inside a blunt
I know you wait so we can fuck (We can)
Baby, I'm gonna tear it up
See You at school, & pick you up (You Up)
These niggas hate, they wanna be us, baby (Woah woah)
Got me going crazy off the Adderall
Yeah, feeling like I'm 6 feet tall (6 feet tall)
Need you by my side, ain't no giving up (Giving)
BabyGirl, what's up with us (Us)
I just got a pack through the mail, uh
Hopin' my grandma won't tell (Woah)
When I walk in the school
I stay by myself
Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help, (Nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears (Long Live Journey)
They say it is life, guess it is what it is (What?)
Gotta get it on my own, ain't life, is a bitch
Riding around town, & I got a Glock on me
If a fuck nigga play, get hit in his dome
I hop in the car, I shoot at ya spine
I walk with my clique, you niggas is not
Don't, pass me the blick
You know you gone die
I shoot at your top, and buss at your spine
Bitch, I got my Glock, yo ass gone die
If I want you now, I don't gotta try, uh
I call up my niggas
They sendin' the blitz
I shoot for the top, no
I'm never gon' miss
About her
You know you gon' end up in ditch
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas so bitch
My niggas so slimey be kreepin' & shit
Huh uh the Glock in her purse
Huh I'm on all these percs
(Fuck) Be puttin' in work, huh
Fuck, I'ma slide wit the gang, uh
Fuck it we shoot at your brain
Shit fuck
Don't slide this way, uh
Gotta big Drac & a K
Fuck, I'm super slimy bout the gang, huh
Got your bitch giving me brain, huh
I love how she doin' her thing
I tote on the Crome and I shoot at your face (Huh)
Don't play with my bitch, cause I shoot you (Huh)
My niggas be kreepin' & ruthless (Huh)
Came wit my slimes we gone do you (Huh)
I'm heavy, look at my bullets (Yea)
Flock
Fuck
Fuck
Shit
Flock
I just got a pack through the mail, uh
Hopin' my grandma won't tell
When I walk into school
I stay by myself
Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help (nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears
They say it is life, guess it is what it is
Gotta get it on my own, ain't life is a bitch
Riding around town, & I got a Glock on me
If a fuck nigga play, get hit in his dome
I hop in the car, I shoot at ya spine
I walk my clique, you niggas is not
Don't, pass me the blick
You know you gone die
I shoot at your top, and buss at your spine
Bitch, I got my Glock, yo ass gone die
If I want you now, I don't gotta try, uh
Have you ever got that feeling
Your heart stop the beating (Ooh)
Heart stop the beating
Goattalkk Novaa (ALS Made It)
Have you ever got that feeling
Your heart stop the beating
And then you feel
Like you just wanna go home
I never meant to let you down
Girl, I'm so sorry for not trying
Never have you go through this pain alone
I just got a pack through the mail, uh
Hopin' my grandma won't tell
When I walk in the school, I stay by myself Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help, (Nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears (Long Live Journey)
They say it is life, guess it is what it is
Gotta get it on my own, Ain't life is a bitch
Riding around town, & I got a Glock on me
If a fuck nigga play, get hit in his dome
I hop in the car, I shoot at ya spine
I walk with my clique, you niggas is not
Don't, pass me the blick
You know you gone die
I shoot at your top, and buss at your spine
Bitch, I got my Glock, yo ass gone die
If I want you now, I don't gotta try, uh
I want you, Girl, why you trying hard, Trying hard (Why you trying)
You want me to leave
But Girl you know I won't
Know I won't (Nah nah)
Missing your love
Going through the storm
Through the storm (Through the storm)
Your love is a drug, but Girl
It's all I want, all I want
Girl what I need to please your soul (What I Need)
You know I wanna drive the boat (Drive the boat)
Get you so high so we can float (Yeah)
And put a 8th inside a blunt
I know you wait so we can fuck (We can)
Baby, I'm gonna tear it up
See You at school, & pick you up (You Up)
These niggas hate, they wanna be us, baby (Woah woah)
Got me going crazy off the Adderall
Yeah, feeling like I'm 6 feet tall (6 feet tall)
Need you by my side, ain't no giving up (Giving)
BabyGirl, what's up with us (Us)
I just got a pack through the mail, uh
Hopin' my grandma won't tell (Woah)
When I walk in the school
I stay by myself
Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help, (Nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears (Long Live Journey)
They say it is life, guess it is what it is (What?)
Gotta get it on my own, ain't life, is a bitch
Riding around town, & I got a Glock on me
If a fuck nigga play, get hit in his dome
I hop in the car, I shoot at ya spine
I walk with my clique, you niggas is not
Don't, pass me the blick
You know you gone die
I shoot at your top, and buss at your spine
Bitch, I got my Glock, yo ass gone die
If I want you now, I don't gotta try, uh
I call up my niggas
They sendin' the blitz
I shoot for the top, no
I'm never gon' miss
About her
You know you gon' end up in ditch
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas so bitch
My niggas so slimey be kreepin' & shit
Huh uh the Glock in her purse
Huh I'm on all these percs
(Fuck) Be puttin' in work, huh
Fuck, I'ma slide wit the gang, uh
Fuck it we shoot at your brain
Shit fuck
Don't slide this way, uh
Gotta big Drac & a K
Fuck, I'm super slimy bout the gang, huh
Got your bitch giving me brain, huh
I love how she doin' her thing
I tote on the Crome and I shoot at your face (Huh)
Don't play with my bitch, cause I shoot you (Huh)
My niggas be kreepin' & ruthless (Huh)
Came wit my slimes we gone do you (Huh)
I'm heavy, look at my bullets (Yea)
Flock
Fuck
Fuck
Shit
Flock
I just got a pack through the mail, uh
Hopin' my grandma won't tell
When I walk into school
I stay by myself
Gotta get it on my own
Ain't ask for no help (nah)
Wishing my cousin was here, uh
Seen her own mama shed tears
They say it is life, guess it is what it is
Gotta get it on my own, ain't life is a bitch
Riding around town, & I got a Glock on me
If a fuck nigga play, get hit in his dome
I hop in the car, I shoot at ya spine
I walk my clique, you niggas is not
Don't, pass me the blick
You know you gone die
I shoot at your top, and buss at your spine
Bitch, I got my Glock, yo ass gone die
If I want you now, I don't gotta try, uh
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