Life is good (Radio Edit) ft. Lebray Lyrics

Yo, yo, cool, turn me up

Yo, yo

Turn me up, man

Unh

One, two, three, four, five

You know what we doin', let's do it

Oh, yeah

Can't never force myself to be in love with someone

I can never play that part

Yeah

Hey, when I took her to the Bahamas

Now that we did that

While we did that, let's go now

Oh, Chaley said to think about the numbers

I don't want any of the conversations

I just want the dialogue

Had to spit this verse for my haters to listen

Look at me, I'm complete

I hit it harder than concrete

I hate the game and I still need more fish

I don't need that recipe from all of y'all

South King, baby, all of y'all

Y'all wanna surpass me, look now, let's do it, get it all

I don't need no love

They only love me when I have it all

One, two, three, four, five

Niggas better learn and close they mouth

They want us out

If we out, niggas win us out

And all my people got me feeling good

All my homies still do it for the hood

We got heart and we got the love

We got it and we got enough

Oh

Oh

Go

Rain me my cheese and hit

Hit me before I get here

This is us, we a big P

The gang with the deals

I'm coming from the sun

Just like your son

Eating on the gun

My trap is like Osama

Catch me, kill the runner

I played with your boo

She like what we doing

Fast life for me, yeah

I don't wanna see you here

I'm hating on the best

Who's next? I'm not a funny nigga with no neck

I can put the whole day on the track

Living life for the stack

Michael Jackson moves, yeah

I'm the best

You don't have to live life just to feel alright

Playing with God is a trap

Love is good but you'll never last

I'ma keep myself

I'ma keep myself

I don't need rest

Damn

I'ma feel like I'll never last

My mind about to blast

I don't need answers

I might crash

My life is little lifeless

I'm obese on grass

Eat them, now they need rest

I told them we the best

Real facts

We take the accolades into the man

Matter by the hand

Take out all ill men

We are here for the cash

Put trash rappers in the can

I can get them

All my plans fake fame

I am them

P the gang

Y'all

P the gang

Woo

Hee. Hee