Wale, Talib Kweli, Joell Ortiz - Life's a Bitch lyrics
Wale [Olubowale Victor Akintimehin] Washington, D.C., U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wale, Talib Kweli, Joell Ortiz - Life's a Bitch lyrics]
They used to tell me I was destined to blow
Young
I never knew the definition of what slow was
How could you slow when you
12 feeling grown up
Doing shit on your own but it's
Fact: you never know much
Life's a bitch I put my arm on her shoulder
Tell her I'm the realest and
I whisper 'you go girl'
I embrace her, I never chase her
I make her chase me 'cuz of
The way I taste her
Hmm, girl you finger licking wonderful
Bet I make you cum until
A significant muscle pull
It's not a metaphor, this is Metal Gear on a
Swimming pool of Red Bull
You could get your head blown off
And I'm so bomb I should be thrown to a Moss
And I'm so gorgeous couldn't throw
Me in a Masque-
Rade, they'd rage, they'd say
Take off your mask boo
I gotta see your face! Later
Peace yeah, ey yo Wal'
Tell 'em get to steppin'
They exhibiting signs of not being prepared
Hey yo, the writer you admiring
Conspiring like Rico
Say you making movies but you
Suck like the sequels
This a graphic novel we endorse super heroes
Ice cold, like my love is below, we so
Goddamn talented the balance is unequal
Survival with the peephole silence is lethal
So I'm louder than a motherfucker
Heavy as a Pea Coat
Exposing the government like
Operation Deep throat
See I'm exactly like phenomenons
And tighter than Michelle Obama's arms
So you should work it out, pull it out
Thank Gucci for their weapons
Getting desperate
'Cuz the hood is dryer than a desert
We're the slum dog millionaires
Looking for any oil
And it's hot enough to make Danny Boyle
I walk many soils, cross many roads
Face covered with pantyhose
'Cuz I stole the show and got a standing O!
Uh since a youngin' ooh she played
So hard to get
Your boy was bumming too that played
A large part of it she liked fly guys
Those easily marketed as sex symbols
Not direct pimples on your
Forehead or struggling
When your check dwindles she need
More bread and bubblings
What the rest did you could just
Snort heads up under them
My vestibule to keep her
Pocket filled with vegetables
You had to throw lead missiles
Not me, rather write to a hot beat
Then go outside and kick it
Like I learned from Miyagi
You ripping it Papi
Is what she said when I spit it in the lobby
Off the head but I didn't get cocky
I drop it my then made
Shorty's other niggas look sloppy
The bigger the hurdle was
Then the bigger my hops be
Now this bitch, man she more than just got me
She puzzle me hard
Like my album in so pick up a copy now
Young
I never knew the definition of what slow was
How could you slow when you
12 feeling grown up
Doing shit on your own but it's
Fact: you never know much
Life's a bitch I put my arm on her shoulder
Tell her I'm the realest and
I whisper 'you go girl'
I embrace her, I never chase her
I make her chase me 'cuz of
The way I taste her
Hmm, girl you finger licking wonderful
Bet I make you cum until
A significant muscle pull
It's not a metaphor, this is Metal Gear on a
Swimming pool of Red Bull
You could get your head blown off
And I'm so bomb I should be thrown to a Moss
And I'm so gorgeous couldn't throw
Me in a Masque-
Rade, they'd rage, they'd say
Take off your mask boo
I gotta see your face! Later
Peace yeah, ey yo Wal'
Tell 'em get to steppin'
They exhibiting signs of not being prepared
Hey yo, the writer you admiring
Conspiring like Rico
Say you making movies but you
Suck like the sequels
This a graphic novel we endorse super heroes
Ice cold, like my love is below, we so
Goddamn talented the balance is unequal
Survival with the peephole silence is lethal
So I'm louder than a motherfucker
Heavy as a Pea Coat
Exposing the government like
Operation Deep throat
See I'm exactly like phenomenons
And tighter than Michelle Obama's arms
So you should work it out, pull it out
Thank Gucci for their weapons
Getting desperate
'Cuz the hood is dryer than a desert
We're the slum dog millionaires
Looking for any oil
And it's hot enough to make Danny Boyle
I walk many soils, cross many roads
Face covered with pantyhose
'Cuz I stole the show and got a standing O!
Uh since a youngin' ooh she played
So hard to get
Your boy was bumming too that played
A large part of it she liked fly guys
Those easily marketed as sex symbols
Not direct pimples on your
Forehead or struggling
When your check dwindles she need
More bread and bubblings
What the rest did you could just
Snort heads up under them
My vestibule to keep her
Pocket filled with vegetables
You had to throw lead missiles
Not me, rather write to a hot beat
Then go outside and kick it
Like I learned from Miyagi
You ripping it Papi
Is what she said when I spit it in the lobby
Off the head but I didn't get cocky
I drop it my then made
Shorty's other niggas look sloppy
The bigger the hurdle was
Then the bigger my hops be
Now this bitch, man she more than just got me
She puzzle me hard
Like my album in so pick up a copy now