Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
You better hope that's your friend
Then again I don't give in
Don't give a f*ck,
Shawty can suck
She got to bend to get in
Shawty is tough, she into sins
She giving neck in the back of the bendz
If she can stay after that shit depends
Bitch I don't play you going factor that in
Running on pace I'm on track for the win
It's a whole day of me stacking my Ben's
I hit the lake then I'm back to the biz
Guap out of shape cuz my wallet ain't thin
Shawty an eight, shawty got face
Shawty got cakes and I'm clapping them in
I couldn't fake it, she know I'm the man
I'm bout to dance on this bitch like I'm Dan
I'm super cool so I don't need a fan
Playing her tubes like I play in a band
I'm in a groove and I know where to land
I'm in a mood and might f*ck with your friend
Not to be rude but it's hard to pretend
I'm in a coupe and I barely can stand
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
I'm high as f*ck and I'm running a muck
Top off my cup, cuz I can't get enough
Hop off da blunt as I'm getting a puff
Got all this stuff it ain't never enough
Finding a diamond somewhere in the rough
Might be your friend but I still want to f*ck
She eating my dinner you cooking her lunch
I'm sorry you miss her but shawty in love
I'm a about, I allow it
I'm a about it, cuz she getting luv
Wouldn't doubt it, she about it.
Without condom, yeah I'm getting sucked
Got a lot friends they say what's up
If you ain't about it, you can saddle up
Got a problem, you can join da club
She make me dinner, den I let her rub
She in winter but I make her sweat
I'm in that pussy like I never left
You try and book me and I'm never there
I find a cookie almost everywhere
You started looking I'm already there
I love her cooking and her dairy air
Face to match and that's very rare
She got the stats with sum curly hair
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
Tony Kurtiz - Story My Life Lyrics
Tony Kurtiz - Story My Life Lyrics
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Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
You better hope that's your friend
Then again I don't give in
Don't give a f*ck,
Shawty can suck
She got to bend to get in
Shawty is tough, she into sins
She giving neck in the back of the bendz
If she can stay after that shit depends
Bitch I don't play you going factor that in
Running on pace I'm on track for the win
It's a whole day of me stacking my Ben's
I hit the lake then I'm back to the biz
Guap out of shape cuz my wallet ain't thin
Shawty an eight, shawty got face
Shawty got cakes and I'm clapping them in
I couldn't fake it, she know I'm the man
I'm bout to dance on this bitch like I'm Dan
I'm super cool so I don't need a fan
Playing her tubes like I play in a band
I'm in a groove and I know where to land
I'm in a mood and might f*ck with your friend
Not to be rude but it's hard to pretend
I'm in a coupe and I barely can stand
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
I'm high as f*ck and I'm running a muck
Top off my cup, cuz I can't get enough
Hop off da blunt as I'm getting a puff
Got all this stuff it ain't never enough
Finding a diamond somewhere in the rough
Might be your friend but I still want to f*ck
She eating my dinner you cooking her lunch
I'm sorry you miss her but shawty in love
I'm a about, I allow it
I'm a about it, cuz she getting luv
Wouldn't doubt it, she about it.
Without condom, yeah I'm getting sucked
Got a lot friends they say what's up
If you ain't about it, you can saddle up
Got a problem, you can join da club
She make me dinner, den I let her rub
She in winter but I make her sweat
I'm in that pussy like I never left
You try and book me and I'm never there
I find a cookie almost everywhere
You started looking I'm already there
I love her cooking and her dairy air
Face to match and that's very rare
She got the stats with sum curly hair
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
You better hope that's your friend
Then again I don't give in
Don't give a f*ck,
Shawty can suck
She got to bend to get in
Shawty is tough, she into sins
She giving neck in the back of the bendz
If she can stay after that shit depends
Bitch I don't play you going factor that in
Running on pace I'm on track for the win
It's a whole day of me stacking my Ben's
I hit the lake then I'm back to the biz
Guap out of shape cuz my wallet ain't thin
Shawty an eight, shawty got face
Shawty got cakes and I'm clapping them in
I couldn't fake it, she know I'm the man
I'm bout to dance on this bitch like I'm Dan
I'm super cool so I don't need a fan
Playing her tubes like I play in a band
I'm in a groove and I know where to land
I'm in a mood and might f*ck with your friend
Not to be rude but it's hard to pretend
I'm in a coupe and I barely can stand
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
I'm high as f*ck and I'm running a muck
Top off my cup, cuz I can't get enough
Hop off da blunt as I'm getting a puff
Got all this stuff it ain't never enough
Finding a diamond somewhere in the rough
Might be your friend but I still want to f*ck
She eating my dinner you cooking her lunch
I'm sorry you miss her but shawty in love
I'm a about, I allow it
I'm a about it, cuz she getting luv
Wouldn't doubt it, she about it.
Without condom, yeah I'm getting sucked
Got a lot friends they say what's up
If you ain't about it, you can saddle up
Got a problem, you can join da club
She make me dinner, den I let her rub
She in winter but I make her sweat
I'm in that pussy like I never left
You try and book me and I'm never there
I find a cookie almost everywhere
You started looking I'm already there
I love her cooking and her dairy air
Face to match and that's very rare
She got the stats with sum curly hair
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
Story my life, I told you
Wanted a wife, that's over
She want to fight, I sold her
Born with a knife, a solider
My shit on ice, no holder
My shit on site, no scope or
Ready to strike, a cobra
Ready to light a smoker
Writer: Anthony Grimes
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