Long Story Short (Explicit)

This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips gun on my
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Lil Wayne：
Wake up light the blunt up put out 'fore I fell asleep
My ***** look like she Cherokee my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My d**k feel like some therapy 'bout that life I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously this life gon' be the death of me
And she don't care where I skeet
Hit that ho from hair to feet
She walk out here she wearin' me
I talk my **** she smellin' me
And all I hear is jealousy
I call them niggas jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much
I bought her the wedding ring yeah
Yeah let's get married
Cut off his head and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a presbyterian
Tell 'em he dead I'ma say his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin'
Right on his head see the red beam glarin'
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats hol' up
Ain't that a ***** I might bang at your *****
If I go at her neck I'ma hand that lil' *****
Scope on the TEC and they carry that ****
I can hit you up from any range with that *****
Got paper got Dracos case on the radar
You **** on me wrong I'ma bake your potato
I'm too sincere but you like a tornado
Pull out the twos and I'm landin' on my ego
I buss down aqueno **** on a gay ho
Can't find a straight a ho but I ain't complainin'
That's how my day go I said okay ho
I been on my J.O I'm bendin' she JLo
She been to Barbados I take her to Caicos
All of this bread and she can't get a bagel
All of that said I can't really stay though
I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Phabo I'm gone
Wake up light the blunt up put out 'fore I fell asleep
My ***** look like she Cherokee my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My d**k feel like some therapy 'bout that life I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously this life gon' be the death of me
2 Chainz：
I make you come you cannot leave I drown my heart in kerosene
Eight plus off in parenting get my kids damn near everything
'Fore you get a wedding ring better get her a*s a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin' man my phone it wouldn't even barely ring
I don't compete but you can't compete plain Jane Patek Phillippe
Out with my lady we came to eat
My stomach you think that it changed the beat
We on a date makin' rain some ones
They want no chain but the chains gon' come
Soon as I say it it's said and done
And my screensaver my favorite gun
I'm rockin' I'm swervin' I'm poppin' detergent
Get money it's urgent God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands Birdman
Double cup lean here
I done been a weed man
It's a blessing you ain't dead
I keep it rollin' like paraplegics
I better believe then you better believe it
Ho bitin' on my like every mosquito
I'm wearin' shades think I'm starin' at people
I did the math and ain't no way we equal
The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel mm mm
The Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel
Lil Wayne：
Wake up light the blunt up put out 'fore I fell asleep
My ***** look like she Cherokee my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My d**k feel like some therapy 'bout that life I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously this life gon' be the death of me
Project Pat/Lil Wayne：
Blunt blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt blunt to my lips gun on my hip
This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt blunt to my lips gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips gun on my hip
This life gon' be the death of me