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It's like 6 in the morning right in here man, shit but I don't give fuck, like, like, what, like what, like, damn, like, shit, shit but I don't give fuck, like, just live man, uh Apologies for being too honest but Bro's too busy talking bout who's the best like Inflations on the drips and the guess slides Talked about fake bricks and the best price I woke up early yo and that's the best high Get the sun in I let the rest shine I'm talking bout wake up to the best high Ain't tryna start beef, shit Tryna be home, watch some CSI Ain't with the drama and the BS I Make my own beats, lay my scratches high Just tryna live shit, live and let die For real, I live and get high Live and let die Damn crazy man, I live and let Let them bitches get high man, damn Apologies for being too honest Bout me let the horns in and shit I'ma get high Stack my hundred man, let the stress die Maybe Cali trips for the red skies Make myself happy, let the rest cry Self satisfaction is the best high Wonder why fools keep tryna test I Ashley got mad love up in the west side Brothers got love up in the NY No wonder why hoes keep tryna text mine On the same shit, keep tryna bend lies I'm tryna live shit, live and let die Bitch Live and get high My mom ain't gon' be too happy man, live and let Shit I let the stress die too Live and let Shit live and let I might just call Slash man I said I wrote a new motherfuckin' Guns N' Roses classics Sue my ass for that Fuck Yo matter of fact Fuck Axl Rose man Just live and let die Damn You bitches get high Yo I'm tryna get mine Shit can't get somethin' though Live and let Just live Just live man Fuck Live and let die Shit Live and let Fuck this shit man Peace Peace Fuck it
Writer(s): Kraisab Boonchoo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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