Kick back, sippin' a corona by the Bumpin' Graduation, to the Good Life with the baddest chicks Rollin' with the coolest three words that I live by: do or die When everybody making gettin' on All my niggas drugs be happy selling songs Life came at a price, I put my on And did it til it's going going ma'f-cka
- J. Warner] I was working never knowing at the shift me with a paid hardship Was it hard, did I fall, I did But I got the scars made me this rich (Yeah) And all I'm now is giving you a page of my life (yeah) So you can tell you hold it it, you can do whatever you like Someone 'em I'm gone Eh, someone tell 'em I'm If not down, you'll be missing this life And if you me, see you on the other side tell 'em I'm gone
[Tinie Tempah - 1] Somewhere on the Islands I'mma have Rihanna's listening to Razor Feisty girls suggesting she should take a flight I made it this far, can't be of heights calls are costing me a pound a minute The England but I'm never in it German Autobahns my life that's why me no I mastered P but I aint No Limit on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games Might your favourite European DJ at my B'day We party hard on them And then party harder on them Still tryna sleep with my But she adamant that we be
And I'm too smart for dumb bitches Too young for these hairs Too for these fast cars I a button, shit change gears And I'm twisted offa them Faded off Mai Tai Why the hell should you be sober when been living that high life
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[Verse 2 - Tempah] How you supposed to feel when every door is for you All Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you I step on stage, I set the Done a couple girl songs to set the record Ask GQ and Q Mag I'm too cool for these My wardrobe got a on it my is 2pac The good, I have 2 drags Mamma told me don't do Old money For every bit of this new cash And this new for me and all my niggas Big money, figures Now I'm tryna f-ck every in the world Every and all the singers We all the we're the latest goss' Bitch, no tequila I call the My balance like Tic Tac Toe loads of noughts and crosses I my socks off, you niggas better pull 'em up I've got the baddest thinking they aint good enough My accountant money while we getting wasted Told them bitches life is sweet let 'em taste it