Oliver Francis - Good Life Freestyle lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Good Life Freestyle lyrics]
And I ain't got a single thing to cry about
New house, got some gold in my mouth (yah)
With some California girls, gon' fly em out
Ayy
Finally moved out my mama's house, ooh
(skrrt)
I'm with a blonde bitch and her friends, ayy
(blonde bitch and her friends)
Yeah, seein' 20/20 'cause all four
Of these bitches is 10's
Ayy
(10's, oh yeah)
I imported a whip with the tints, ayy
(turn up, turn up, turn up)
Hotel suites, and YSL jeans
Hot boy somethin' like Wayne in the 90's
(huuuh)
Got a bad one chillin' beside me
I always got the whole damn crew behind me
I pulled up in a truck like that
If she leave me, she gon'
Run right back, ooh
Yeah
(huuuh)
How he stuntin' like that?
We spend a lil money an'
We jug it right back
(turn up)
I just wanna kick it with a pretty brunette
(oh)
Roll another swisher, pour a lil Moët, yeah
Walk up in the party they
Like "Where these hoes at?"
(ay)
And if you tryin' to find me
I be where the hoes at
(turn up)
I been dreamin' bout the good life
Since I was a kid
Now it's half naked bitches all over the crib
(ooh)
Now the paper in my pocket 'bout
As thick as my bitch
And all you label-advance rappers should
Stick to the script
Always doin' what you told 'cause
You know you a bitch
Shawty breakin' down the swisher
Got some liquor to sip
(ahuh)
And the brand new Rolls came
Equipped with a bitch
(skr, skr, skr)
And I worked hard my whole life
For this life that I live
Yeah
And I ain't snapped in a minute (ooh)
Love songs got these females
Catchin' them feelings
(feelings, feelings)
When I step up to the mic
I give a fuck if you feel it
Came a long way, man, but
It's just the beginning
Ahhh
Girl, you fuckin' with a young boy
Come through
Pull up with the suicide doors, no sunroof
Did it for the fans, god damn it, I love you
I'm the living proof you can do
Whatever it is you want to
(ohhh)
Hundreds blue, you ain't gotta count it
I'm sippin' on a brew
Doin' doughnuts in the Audi
I had to step it up 'cause my songs hard
But the bars lousy
Weed smoke thick, got your bitch so drowsy
Ahh yeah, lemme hear it
The fans goin' nuts
You can smell the team spirit
(turn up, turn up, what)
It's a brand new year and you
Know we finna get it
Cloudboys CEO, real talk bitch, I live it
Ooh
Tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel
It feel good, don’t it?
Yeah
New house, got some gold in my mouth (yah)
With some California girls, gon' fly em out
Ayy
Finally moved out my mama's house, ooh
(skrrt)
I'm with a blonde bitch and her friends, ayy
(blonde bitch and her friends)
Yeah, seein' 20/20 'cause all four
Of these bitches is 10's
Ayy
(10's, oh yeah)
I imported a whip with the tints, ayy
(turn up, turn up, turn up)
Hotel suites, and YSL jeans
Hot boy somethin' like Wayne in the 90's
(huuuh)
Got a bad one chillin' beside me
I always got the whole damn crew behind me
I pulled up in a truck like that
If she leave me, she gon'
Run right back, ooh
Yeah
(huuuh)
How he stuntin' like that?
We spend a lil money an'
We jug it right back
(turn up)
I just wanna kick it with a pretty brunette
(oh)
Roll another swisher, pour a lil Moët, yeah
Walk up in the party they
Like "Where these hoes at?"
(ay)
And if you tryin' to find me
I be where the hoes at
(turn up)
I been dreamin' bout the good life
Since I was a kid
Now it's half naked bitches all over the crib
(ooh)
Now the paper in my pocket 'bout
As thick as my bitch
And all you label-advance rappers should
Stick to the script
Always doin' what you told 'cause
You know you a bitch
Shawty breakin' down the swisher
Got some liquor to sip
(ahuh)
And the brand new Rolls came
Equipped with a bitch
(skr, skr, skr)
And I worked hard my whole life
For this life that I live
Yeah
And I ain't snapped in a minute (ooh)
Love songs got these females
Catchin' them feelings
(feelings, feelings)
When I step up to the mic
I give a fuck if you feel it
Came a long way, man, but
It's just the beginning
Ahhh
Girl, you fuckin' with a young boy
Come through
Pull up with the suicide doors, no sunroof
Did it for the fans, god damn it, I love you
I'm the living proof you can do
Whatever it is you want to
(ohhh)
Hundreds blue, you ain't gotta count it
I'm sippin' on a brew
Doin' doughnuts in the Audi
I had to step it up 'cause my songs hard
But the bars lousy
Weed smoke thick, got your bitch so drowsy
Ahh yeah, lemme hear it
The fans goin' nuts
You can smell the team spirit
(turn up, turn up, what)
It's a brand new year and you
Know we finna get it
Cloudboys CEO, real talk bitch, I live it
Ooh
Tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel
It feel good, don’t it?
Yeah