Slaughterhouse, CeeLo Green - My Life lyrics

This is my mothafuckin' life
My life, oh yeah

Ay, S-L-A, U-G-H, T-E-R, H-O-U-S-E
Yes we are, the best in the
Biz, the West in the bitch
This East side LB money over coochie, mayne
645 when dip through the burbs
I be on my Gucci Mane, smash on the gas
Kick a bitch to the curb
House in the hills, thousands and mill's
Getting wild in the field with
Your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills that I piled off skills
Check it out, Jets fly private
Nigga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip
I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick
On my West side fly shit
Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
Left Eye side kick
Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls
These bitches wall to wall and
They love them Slaughter's y'all

This is my motherfucking life
My life, oh yeah
This is my motherfucking life
(Jets fly private, Nigga S5 Hybrid
Baby test drive my whip)

Sometimes I look around and I just
I just can’t believe it
I’m on a high like a falsetto
Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
My eyes just quit, look what I’m seeing
My life just shifted
I feel like I’m breathing light that spliff
Nah, I don’t even smoke cause it burn
My throat but tonight I’m steaming
Patron in my cup, holding mine up
Toasting with a slut
That I know I'm gon' fuck
In these five star sheets, put
Her right to sleep
Then kick the bitch out when I wake up
Even though baby girl got a large ol' ass
I remember praying that my cargo's last
Now my car so fast
I don't think you understand
In a Murcielago dash
When it hurts but you ride through the
Dirt, and you work till it hurt
And you end up on Marshall’s staff
Hoping that your granny get to
See you at the Grammy’s
Get a call from your family
That your grandma passed
Then you know what you promised her
So you stay hot as a, thermometer
Dipped in lava
So proud to be part of a, conglomerate
Like this

This is my mothafuckin' life
My life, oh yeah

Every time that they play this
Put your hands up high if
You're happy you made it
It's bittersweet when I say it
But since I'm alive, might as well celebrate

This is my mothafuckin' life
My life, oh yeah

What a success story
When the film plays it gets less gory
My son didn’t know who his pop was for years
Now it's less Maury
God put it there as a test for me
Used to walk around with the vest and 40
Cops tryna mess hall me
Now babes with the 34F’s adore me
I took the rock and a hard
Place and made the best orgy
Now the fans approach, I get paranoid
Where I’m from
They tell me never let your guard rest
But it’s simple to disregard stress
Hoes run to the bone and it ain’t farfetched

Now jets fly high shit
That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip
As a kid I was poor, playing tag, now I’m it!
For those of yall that don’t remember me
I’m a Detroit Oak Parker
Went from no office to offers
I told ya’ll I would get my
Daddy out the post office
And so far I don’t really need to own my city
Just as long as the D is on my fitted
My sons and my daughter and my
Wife is along for the ride
This is the motherfucking life

This is my mothafuckin' life
My life, oh yeah