"Luxury" lyrics

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"Luxury"

I was raised with the wolves, came up with gorillas
No time for the bull, I hang with the killas
If we keeping it real, I came out the realest
If they want the real, then they gotta feel this
Now they gotta fuck with me, got 'em in love with me
I got my own company, a nigga don't work for free
I'm living in luxury, my nigga like blood to me
So he gotta come up with me, and I only play for keeps

I hit a come up, then brought up my hood
My bitch look bad, I must be doing good
I went and did everything that I could
Just to teach all my niggas to be what they should
I had to make it, I knew that I would
I got her naked, she hop on the wood
Member them nights I was grinding all night
Man, I came from the bottom, I feel like I'm suge
Shit going up, shit moving in
If she fuck with me, she won't fuck you again
Shipping 'em out, shipping 'em in
Got me a Bentley, I'm done with the Benz
In the pent, house, with ya bitch
If she ain't make it home, take a guess
Spend 100 thousand, that ain't shit
Couple 100 thousand on my neck
Niggas ain't lit like this
Niggas don't live like this
Wake up in the morning yawning can't believe a nigga really got this rich
Niggas ain't lit like this
I should probably wife my bitch
But a nigga got too many hoes, got too much dough, what a life this is

I was raised with the wolves, came up with gorillas
No time for the bull, I hang with the killas
If we keeping it real, I came out the realest
If they want the real, then they gotta feel this
Now they gotta fuck with me, got 'em in love with me
I got my own company, a nigga don't work for free
I'm living in luxury, my nigga like blood to me
So he gotta come up with me, and I only play for keeps

The boy had to leave to be a man
Left my old girl in the city, hope one day she understand
That I can't hold her hand and make a millie
Man, I made it out the blender trap all night, man, I remember
I just need me one lick and shit I'll be rich forever
Now it's drop-top cars, we really rock stars
I'm the one that pull the strings and ain't got no guitars
Really knew I had to make it far
Really knew I had to play the part
Really knew I had to play it smart and really all it took was heart
Now, I'm 'bout my bread, I don't care 'bout no bitch
Fuck all you niggas and fuck who you with
Robbed a McDonald's and bought me a brick
Flood my neck and I flooded my wrist
Give her a treat and she doing a trick
You won't believe what she do on the dick
Make niggas run if they running their lips
I tell my dawg to go fetch me the stick

I was raised with the wolves, came up with gorillas
No time for the bull, I hang with the killas
If we keeping it real, I came out the realest
If they want the real, then they gotta feel this
Now they gotta fuck with me, got 'em in love with me
I got my own company, a nigga don't work for free
I'm living in luxury, my nigga like blood to me
So he gotta come up with me, and I only play for keeps


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