I f*cked on that bitch and i f*cked on ha friend too
No dealings you still just a fan boo
Smoke on that loud that's that cookie wit a jungle juice
Then i come back and count up a band or two
Niggas be pussy they'll aim but won't shoot at you
Catch you lackin you know imma let it loose
Break ha back in you know that she done wit you
F*ck dry texting you know what I wanna do
My mama told me son one day you gone make it
Just gotta be a lil patient
Brother told me that bruh when you get big, ice yo self out nigga f*ck all yo "friends"
Auntie told me better watch for these bitches
She said they all suspicious
You know you come from them trenches
You know what's real don't forget it
I just dreamt bout a couple million, woke up broke and then it hurt my feelings
F*ck it imma get it anyway, from Memphis to wherever my mama say
Rap on these beats till I make a way, trap in these streets living day to day
Pick up a K if a nigga play, spray on his ass if he look my way
Ian got time for nun of bullshit if yeen help making me rich
Bring me a big booty bitch, nut and babysit my kids
Iced out brand new fit, look in the mirror who this
Hop in the studio setting these trends
Bitch I'm next Ian sayin it again
She say Tim ion fw you then why you still talm bout me
These bitches ain't shit I can go without out it
Just tryna stack up on some bread, then get me some head, and pull off in the new Audi
Can't look back on my past I'm goin up from here
Want a diamond chain hang like a chandelier
And ain't nun of y'all real so it's f*ck how you feel wait till you see where I'm at in a couple years
I f*cked on that bitch and i f*cked on ha friend too
No dealings you still just a fan boo
Smoke on that loud that's that cookie wit a jungle juice
Then i come back and count up a band or two
Niggas be pussy they'll aim but won't shoot at you
Catch you lackin you know imma let it loose
Break ha back in you know that she done wit you
F*ck dry texting you know what I wanna do
Yeah yeah f*ck on yo bed
Then imma lift up ha legs yeah
Deep stroke ha till she dead yeah
Then imma count some mo bread
YungRed - My Life Lyrics
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I f*cked on that bitch and i f*cked on ha friend too
No dealings you still just a fan boo
Smoke on that loud that's that cookie wit a jungle juice
Then i come back and count up a band or two
Niggas be pussy they'll aim but won't shoot at you
Catch you lackin you know imma let it loose
Break ha back in you know that she done wit you
F*ck dry texting you know what I wanna do
My mama told me son one day you gone make it
Just gotta be a lil patient
Brother told me that bruh when you get big, ice yo self out nigga f*ck all yo "friends"
Auntie told me better watch for these bitches
She said they all suspicious
You know you come from them trenches
You know what's real don't forget it
I just dreamt bout a couple million, woke up broke and then it hurt my feelings
F*ck it imma get it anyway, from Memphis to wherever my mama say
Rap on these beats till I make a way, trap in these streets living day to day
Pick up a K if a nigga play, spray on his ass if he look my way
Ian got time for nun of bullshit if yeen help making me rich
Bring me a big booty bitch, nut and babysit my kids
Iced out brand new fit, look in the mirror who this
Hop in the studio setting these trends
Bitch I'm next Ian sayin it again
She say Tim ion fw you then why you still talm bout me
These bitches ain't shit I can go without out it
Just tryna stack up on some bread, then get me some head, and pull off in the new Audi
Can't look back on my past I'm goin up from here
Want a diamond chain hang like a chandelier
And ain't nun of y'all real so it's f*ck how you feel wait till you see where I'm at in a couple years
I f*cked on that bitch and i f*cked on ha friend too
No dealings you still just a fan boo
Smoke on that loud that's that cookie wit a jungle juice
Then i come back and count up a band or two
Niggas be pussy they'll aim but won't shoot at you
Catch you lackin you know imma let it loose
Break ha back in you know that she done wit you
F*ck dry texting you know what I wanna do
Yeah yeah f*ck on yo bed
Then imma lift up ha legs yeah
Deep stroke ha till she dead yeah
Then imma count some mo bread
No dealings you still just a fan boo
Smoke on that loud that's that cookie wit a jungle juice
Then i come back and count up a band or two
Niggas be pussy they'll aim but won't shoot at you
Catch you lackin you know imma let it loose
Break ha back in you know that she done wit you
F*ck dry texting you know what I wanna do
My mama told me son one day you gone make it
Just gotta be a lil patient
Brother told me that bruh when you get big, ice yo self out nigga f*ck all yo "friends"
Auntie told me better watch for these bitches
She said they all suspicious
You know you come from them trenches
You know what's real don't forget it
I just dreamt bout a couple million, woke up broke and then it hurt my feelings
F*ck it imma get it anyway, from Memphis to wherever my mama say
Rap on these beats till I make a way, trap in these streets living day to day
Pick up a K if a nigga play, spray on his ass if he look my way
Ian got time for nun of bullshit if yeen help making me rich
Bring me a big booty bitch, nut and babysit my kids
Iced out brand new fit, look in the mirror who this
Hop in the studio setting these trends
Bitch I'm next Ian sayin it again
She say Tim ion fw you then why you still talm bout me
These bitches ain't shit I can go without out it
Just tryna stack up on some bread, then get me some head, and pull off in the new Audi
Can't look back on my past I'm goin up from here
Want a diamond chain hang like a chandelier
And ain't nun of y'all real so it's f*ck how you feel wait till you see where I'm at in a couple years
I f*cked on that bitch and i f*cked on ha friend too
No dealings you still just a fan boo
Smoke on that loud that's that cookie wit a jungle juice
Then i come back and count up a band or two
Niggas be pussy they'll aim but won't shoot at you
Catch you lackin you know imma let it loose
Break ha back in you know that she done wit you
F*ck dry texting you know what I wanna do
Yeah yeah f*ck on yo bed
Then imma lift up ha legs yeah
Deep stroke ha till she dead yeah
Then imma count some mo bread
Writer: Timothy Johnson
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