paroles de chanson Life Of Crime - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , Quando Rondo
The
soul
soldier,
ha
Nigga,
ain′t
no
cap
in
that
Loud
up
them
clips,
ha
Ever
since
that
nigga
died
from
off
that
side,
they
claim
that's
my
fault
Don′t
bring
your
ass
outside
if
you
ain't
'bout
it,
we
gon′
draw
that
white
chalk
Wrong
or
right,
my
niggas
stepping,
we
don′t
really
like
y'all
He
play
with
us,
we
bust
his
fucking
metal
rim
and
turn
them
lights
off
I′m
from
the
city
of
Savannah
where
we
die
all
the
time
Shoot
at
your
mama,
kill
your
par'ts
every
time
they
come
′cross
the
line
I
feel
like
Soulja
Slim,
and
'Pac,
I
live
the
life
of
crime
I′m
scared
to
put
some
pennies
in
the
streets
'cause
they
might
drop
a
dime
They
think
'bout
playing
with
Big
Perc′
they
going
in
the
dirt
I′m
in
they
section
on
a
bike,
they
come
to
my
side,
I
swear
I'm
shooting
first
This
Smith
& Wesson
let
off
lights,
on
my
life
you
going
on
a
shirt
You
air
my
name
to
get
some
likes,
on
your
life,
you
going
in
the
dirt
I
like
to
fuck
on
her
pussy
every
time
I′m
on
Perc's
I
told
her
bend
that
ass
over,
go
on
and
make
that
thing
squirt
Two
double
cups,
I′m
sipping
Tech,
I
sipped
the
soda
then
burped
Send
my
lil'
nigga
to
the
west,
I
make
him
take
all
they
work
He
rode
his
bike
through
over,
thought
I
tried
to
blow
the
bike
off
My
niggas
itching
like
some
pests,
swear
they
can′t
wait
to
bite
y'all
I
got
no
love
for
a
bitch,
no,
I
won't
never
wife
y′all
So
many
times
I
walked
that
line,
locked
behind
a
white
wall
I
got
a
drop
on
all
them
niggas,
we
gon′
burn
up
they
trap
We
on
the
third
with
hella
pistols,
y'all
drive
by
then
get
clapped
Don′t
make
us
pull
up
on
y'all
block
then
take
a
pic
on
the
ave
I
put
this
shit
in
VVSs,
rolling
like
I′m
handicapped
Ever
since
that
nigga
died
from
off
that
side,
they
claim
that's
my
fault
Don′t
bring
your
ass
outside
if
you
ain't
'bout
it,
we
gon′
draw
that
white
chalk
Wrong
or
right,
my
niggas
stepping,
we
don′t
really
like
y'all
He
play
with
us,
we
bust
his
fucking
metal
rim
and
turn
them
lights
off
I′m
from
the
city
of
Savannah
where
we
die
all
the
time
Shoot
at
your
mama,
kill
your
par'ts
every
time
they
come
′cross
the
line
I
feel
like
Soulja,
Slim
and
'Pac,
I
live
the
life
of
crime
I′m
scared
to
put
some
pennies
in
the
streets
'cause
they
might
drop
a
dime
I
told
them
they
can't
hang
with
me
′less
they
get
tats
in
they
face
Lil
Icy
beat
a
body
now
they
got
my
nigga
back
in
the
cage
I
catch
you
slipping
by
the
store,
they
put
that
MAC
in
your
face
We
beat
that
nigga
at
the
show,
we
kept
our
Glocks
on
our
waists
The
way
I
came
up
from
the
bottom,
know
I
got
′em
amazed
You
niggas
stuck
inside
the
city,
they
can't
get
up
out
the
maze
I′m
really
God
to
my
niggas,
they
come
to
me
and
pray
I
went
so
hard
for
some
niggas
that's
not
with
me
today
I
flew
a
bitch
out
from
the
port
and
made
her
eat
my
cock
off
Don′t
make
us
quit
that,
come
and
kick
your
door,
don't
make
me
get
you
knocked
off
The
police
took
Lil
Pluto
Glock,
he
bounced
back
with
a
sawed-off
Now
every
state
a
nigga
go,
I
fuck
them
bitches
raw
dog
See,
one
thing
about
it
when
you
ain′t
got
no
money
or
shit
like
that
Your
brains
end
up
on
the
curb
I'm
running
with
some
real
hitters,
real
crip
niggas,
real
killers,
and
every
day,
we
posted
on
the
third
Ever
since
that
nigga
died
from
off
that
side,
they
claim
that's
my
fault
Don′t
bring
your
ass
outside
if
you
ain′t
'bout
it,
we
gon′
draw
that
white
chalk
Wrong
or
right,
my
niggas
stepping,
we
don't
really
like
y′all
He
play
with
us,
we
bust
his
fucking
metal
rim
and
turn
them
lights
off
I'm
from
the
city
of
Savannah
where
we
die
all
the
time
Shoot
at
your
mama,
kill
your
par′ts
every
time
they
come
'cross
the
line
I
feel
like
Soulja
Slim
and
'Pac,
I
live
the
life
of
crime
I′m
scared
to
put
some
pennies
in
the
streets
′cause
they
might
drop
a
dime
1 Dog Food
2 Life Of Crime
3 Interlude
4 Ryte Night
5 Love Doctor
6 75Hrs
7 Home
8 4 Eyes
9 Interlude
10 Walk It Out
11 Still Hurt
12 Grimy
13 Win You Over
14 Neverland
15 Better
16 Interlude
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