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Warhol.SS – Lifestyle (Intro)

Singers: Warhol.SS
Albums: Warhol.SS – Chest Pains
song cover

Lyrics Warhol.SS – Lifestyle (Intro)

Text:

Ayy

I run this shit like a leader, ayy
I collect all my time like a meeting, ayy
Measure your time out the beaker, ayy

And we gon’ pour up this shit by the liter, yeah
Bih wanna check my-
Bet she wan’ check how I get fly
Flew this shit like a bird, mean eye
Baby ain’t no worries, we high
Gon’ check the urgency
Sit back countin’ these chips, know a nigga wanna murder me
Ayy, hot nigga, ridin’ round town hit a nigga with the.33
Breakin’ through the surface, tryna see if this shit worth it
Closin’ these curtains, showin’ these niggas my purpose
Ayy, if I don’t protect my own
Can’t kick, these niggas just clones
Hear facts, you can hear my tone
Hellcat, you can hear my engine runnin’, ayy
Get to work and I call these plays
Good lord, my nigga won’t fold
Countin’ these deads ’til my money get old
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they be penny pinchin’
Countin’ favors, had to fuck your hoe until she wasn’t able
Audemar, stay with the capers
Yeah, you know I’m pimpin’, dawg
Showed you niggas how to ball
I’m the one that stack it tall

Asian persuasion, I like your cajun
Ayy, lost my train of thought from all these woods I’m facin’
?, Mason Margiela lace

Niggas want that smoke, it’s on delivery, be sure to answer
I flood the streets, I leave the levies broke
No nigga cut like me, can’t speak the shit I spoke
It’s known to shoot, I always show up at the woke
You blast for me, you speakin’, hope a nigga choke, choke

Keep my pistol, hey
Nigga want smoke with me, gang, High-Tec bullets gon’ kiss you, ayy
Damn then your momma gon’ miss you, hey
Ayy, hop out the jeep, then hop in the G, I’m switching, hey
Keep that fire like Benson
Huh, peep up all intention
Lord knows I’ma hold down my own
Real nigga shit, breaked open my bones
I ain’t got no time to waste, ayy, woah
Vizine in my vision, eyes gon’ find a way

Asian persuasion, I like your cajun
Ayy, lost my train of thought from all these woods I’m facin’
?, Mason Margiela lace
Niggas want that smoke, it’s on delivery, be sure to answer
I flood the streets, I leave the levies broke
No nigga cut like me, can’t speak the shit I spoke
It’s known to shoot, I always show up at the woke
You blast for me, you speakin’, hope a nigga choke, choke

Album

Warhol.SS – Chest Pains