Yxng Bane, D-Block Europe - Life lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pull up in the Wraith (Wraith)
You might see me with bae (See me with bae)
Yeah, I put bags in the safe
(Safe) , now I run outta space (Space, space)
Put my dick in her mouth
(Mouth) , tell me how does it taste? (Taste
Taste) yeah, five hundred grams of the flake
(Flake) , that's a half of a cake
Yeah, yeah, spend your re-up on some shoes
Lamborghini coupe
All my niggas looking for him
Like it's Mr Who i got lean in my cup
(Cup) , have a sip, you
Might faint (Have a sip, you might faint)
You getting thousands like me
What you gonna do?

Girl, you the realest
A little hood, reminding me where I'm from
(Where I'm from, I'm from)
Back to the trenches (Trenches)
Punctuation, , yeah full stop
That's a dot on him but it was mine
(It was mine)
BandoBaby29, yeah, that's my guy
Me and LB fucked the same
Hoes at different times, times
Put him on headlines, lines

This the life, this the life, this the life
(Life) said she don't do rappers
Bet I make her change her mind
Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side (Side)
20K up on my Roley, I can't tell the time

Young and rich, know the feeling (Woo)
Brand new Merc, no ceiling (Ceiling)
Fifty bags on my vehicle
Pinch herself and she dreaming
Spent racks on my baby
She keep sayin' that I'm crazy
Yeah, serve the shot like Serena (Rena)
Money, baby is a diva (Diva)
Cum up in her, she a keeper
No gloves, she a keeper, yeah
I'ma buy her what she want
Because she got potential
We go crazy at the Gucci store
Now she goin' mental (Skrr skrr, skrr)
Mental (Woo) flowers gettin' to your head
You said "Don't get sentimental"
Yeah, you know it's large amounts
Came in here with a tool (Tool)
Doin' movie, Scooby Doo
Who the fuck are you? (Ahh)

This the life, this the life, this the life
Said she don't do rappers
Bet I make her change her mind (Skrr, skrr)
Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side
(Skrr, skrr)
20K up on my Roley, I can't tell the time

Pull up in the Wraith
(Wraith) , you might see me
With bae (Bae, bae, bae)
Yeah, I put bags in the safe
(Safe) , now I run outta space (Space, space
Space) put my dick in her mouth
(Mouth) , tell me how does
It taste? (Taste, taste, taste)
Yeah, five hundred grams of the flake
(Flake) , that's a half of a
Cake (Half of a cake, cake, cake)
Mental (Woo) flowers gettin' to your head
You said "Don't get sentimental"