Boosie Badazz, Solo Lucci – Rap Life Lyrics
Artist: Boosie Badazz, Solo Lucci
Song: Rap Life
Rap life
If I’m sippin’ Sprite then it’s muddy
(if I’m sippin’ Sprite then it’s muddy)
These n#gg#s, these n#gg#s, these n#gg#s clowns like Krusty
These n#gg#s clowns just like Krusty
If I f#ck, if I f#ck, if I f#ck her once she gon’ love me
If I f#ck her twice then she lucky
My b#tches, my b#tches, my b#tches bad with a whole lot of swag
If not I’ll pass like I studied, swear
I hate the lil barbie b#tch, ain’t got a pot to piss
All on my horn, I am not rhinoceros
Flyin’ in that foreign, lookin’ like a lil rocket ship
You broke and I am the opposite
I’m with a poppin’ b#tch, ridin’ behind five percent
Probably gettin’ top and sh#t
She brought her friend with her, she like to watch and sh#t
I turn the antennas, get right on top the b#tch
Flow so sick you think they mopped that b#tch
You know my trap house full of ammo
That b#tch jumpin’ like it hopped the fence
I think I might go get a Lambo
f#ck the police, I’m gon’ cop that b#tch
I got a throwaway, that b#tch got threw away
I get that work out like motherf#ckin’ two-a-days
Think I knew lipo the way I be movin’ weight
I want the meal, go get you a plate, ooh
My draco hold ’bout a thirty
I’m Tiger Woods in the trap, I got birdies, ooh
A young n#gg# up like it’s early
And I’m straight on all them lil hoes, used to curve me, ooh
I am perfection, I am a walking erection
I’m so high I defy gravity
All of these bottles, you think I bought me a section
I just love Actavis actually
b#tch I’m Jeezy in the trap, I’m like Gucci with the strap
Bobby Shmurda of the South, I’ll air a n#gg# out
I got Boosie ’round my neck, Zoey Dollaz with the check
Might go Kodak on these hoes, kill these b#tches with finesse
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life (woo)
Your favorite trapper’s favorite trapper (I am)
Your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper (that’s me)
Your baby mama’s baby daddy (woo)
Drippin’ drippin’ on these b#stards
Mean rich n#gg#, Mike Tyson
Like them t#ts, b#tch with the ice on
In the club every night doin’ fight songs
Rap lifestyle, one slip and your life gone
I’m your baby mama crush
I’m your nephew role model
I ain’t gotta say suck it
I sure ain’t gotta say swallow
My shooters, they shoot at Obama
I tell ’em to, this what I’m tellin’ you
n#gg#s be clean as a b#tch when they steppin’ through
n#gg# gon’ step on you, ahh, step on you
Ball hard, do this every summer
Me and three hoes in back of Webbie’s Hummer
b#tch wasn’t eatin’ that bad
But it was after the Waffle House, and my dick was dinner
It’s a rap rap life, it started with the trap life
Real life really the field life
I can go in Fort Worth, Texas
And they’ll protect me with Smith & Wesson (Funkytown, Texas)
Bad b#tch with an attitude, n#gg# still got the p#ss#
Quarter million on the IG, final fifty on p#ss#
b#tch I’m Jeezy in the trap, I’m like Gucci with the strap
Bobby Shmurda of the South, I’ll air a n#gg# out
I got Boosie ’round my neck, Zoey Dollaz with the check
Kodak Black on these hoes, I’ma kill ’em with finesse
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life (skrrt skrrt)
Your favorite trapper’s favorite trapper (I am)
Your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper (that’s me)
Your baby mama’s baby daddy (hee)
Drippin’ drippin’ on these b#stards
Rap life, rap life, rap life, rap life
Rap life, rap life, rap life, rap life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life
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Release Year: 2014