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LIFESTYLE (feat. Paynedough) Video (MV)




Performed By: JOESTAIN
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Atuanya Joseph, Ugwueke Henry




JOESTAIN - LIFESTYLE (feat. Paynedough) Lyrics




Hey make it sane chips!
Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtain drawns
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up
Let's go
Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtains drawn
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up

Racks on me
Racks in the Bag
We lit
Throwing up bands
In the air
We lit
Pulling Up Cardilacs
Cause we rich
F*ck you bitch
Who you is?
I ain't
Got no time
To waste time
You bitch
I just wanna
Pass you around
You bitch
Smelling Snitch
Me and Joe stain
We came from the mud
But now
We lit
Back in the days
We ain't got no shit
Urgh
I'm just tryna live
Tryna make my mind up
Life is so hard
Better make your mind up
Lazy ass nigga
Better wake your ass up
Foreign cars
Nigga
Better make your mind up
I be on the way
Nigga slow down
For what?
V12 engine my car
Yeah
So what?
I don't give a f*ck
Of what you think
Cause
You're a low life
The only thing
I give you
Is my advice
Double cup
Mix it up
With sprite
Lean
Molly
Balling
Everyday
Everyday you know
We getting paid
Designer clothes
On me and my niggs
Foreign cars
Zoom
Yeah
We lit
You see the reason
Why we gotta make
You see the reason why
We gotta
Make this money

Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
These bills
Have no conscience
They come
With no care
Stay up
All night
And get you
The bag
Sun gon come
When the morning comes
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
These bills
Have no conscience
They come
With no care
Stay up
All night
And get you
The bag
Sun gon come
When the money comes

Got a digital dash
Saw your call
And missed it
100 shooters
Set outside
They can't
Kill me
Me and payne dough
On the bitch
A royal rumbble
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
Me and payne dough
On the bitch
A royal rumbble
Yeah
Yeah
Speeding on a benz
With a lot
Of cash
I keep the distance
Between she and the cash
Rolling the zaa
Smoking tis dope
We Living life
We smoking dope
She be
Sliding down my pole
Till the morning
Gucci
Prada
Niggas sleeping
On it
And the bitches on my side
Know my gees and family are first
Nigga carefully better watch your step or you just might get stung Coz
Get that cash
All my niggas
Get that cash
Get that cash
And stay
Humble

Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtain drawns
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up
Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtain drawns
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up

Got me wondering
What blind people see in their Dreams?
Hey payne
Call saul I think my dope's out
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Hey make it sane chips!
Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtain drawns
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up
Let's go
Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtains drawn
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up

Racks on me
Racks in the Bag
We lit
Throwing up bands
In the air
We lit
Pulling Up Cardilacs
Cause we rich
F*ck you bitch
Who you is?
I ain't
Got no time
To waste time
You bitch
I just wanna
Pass you around
You bitch
Smelling Snitch
Me and Joe stain
We came from the mud
But now
We lit
Back in the days
We ain't got no shit
Urgh
I'm just tryna live
Tryna make my mind up
Life is so hard
Better make your mind up
Lazy ass nigga
Better wake your ass up
Foreign cars
Nigga
Better make your mind up
I be on the way
Nigga slow down
For what?
V12 engine my car
Yeah
So what?
I don't give a f*ck
Of what you think
Cause
You're a low life
The only thing
I give you
Is my advice
Double cup
Mix it up
With sprite
Lean
Molly
Balling
Everyday
Everyday you know
We getting paid
Designer clothes
On me and my niggs
Foreign cars
Zoom
Yeah
We lit
You see the reason
Why we gotta make
You see the reason why
We gotta
Make this money

Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
These bills
Have no conscience
They come
With no care
Stay up
All night
And get you
The bag
Sun gon come
When the morning comes
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
Brothers beware
These bills
Have no conscience
They come
With no care
Stay up
All night
And get you
The bag
Sun gon come
When the money comes

Got a digital dash
Saw your call
And missed it
100 shooters
Set outside
They can't
Kill me
Me and payne dough
On the bitch
A royal rumbble
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
Rumble
Me and payne dough
On the bitch
A royal rumbble
Yeah
Yeah
Speeding on a benz
With a lot
Of cash
I keep the distance
Between she and the cash
Rolling the zaa
Smoking tis dope
We Living life
We smoking dope
She be
Sliding down my pole
Till the morning
Gucci
Prada
Niggas sleeping
On it
And the bitches on my side
Know my gees and family are first
Nigga carefully better watch your step or you just might get stung Coz
Get that cash
All my niggas
Get that cash
Get that cash
And stay
Humble

Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtain drawns
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up
Sun is down
Ghost is out
Curtain drawns
Outchea making bags
And spending a lot
Living lifestyle
No fugazi
Fugazi
We living life
Living plush
And always up

Got me wondering
What blind people see in their Dreams?
Hey payne
Call saul I think my dope's out
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Writer: Atuanya Joseph, Ugwueke Henry
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