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Kodak Black I Wanna Live

I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

I'm tryna run my money up, I'm tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call my maestro
I'm blowin' jet fuels pack, I'm blowin' nitro
I'm tryna pull the roof back and live life though
I wanna peal off in the Coupe, like grapefruit
I ain't f..ckin' with that ho', that bitch disgraceful
She just want me to come and hit it, like I'm Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me, like Baby Ruth

I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

I sacrifice, I risk my life, I love this shit, I do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin' already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, I earned my stripes
I pour my soul out on the mic, I hope God hear me
I'm goin' in, ain't got no friends, I keep it all business
Can't none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I'm tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I'm tryna be litty

I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things


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