Yxng Bane, D-Block Europe — Life

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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»