guns n’ roses lyrics – clipse

uh, uh, uh, huh
clipse
(clipse)
exclusive sh*t
(exclusive sh*t)
yeah, who

guns n’ roses mafia proses
briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
this is the life, n*gg* that’s the life

i wouldn’t have it any other way
yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
makes me cry some days
lawless, riding backwards on a one way
the color flawless, b*tch i reek of money
(b*tch)

fast life, born to die, who gives a f*ck
we done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
from the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
they missed you but pressed your b*tch in a hollow tip bra

there’s science to the way we move, c*ck two’s
and walk through the club without scuffing our prada shoes
on this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
so when you play with us y’all n*gg*s just gotta lose

l*st for them things that turn women to wives
live for that sh*t that determines your street size
run with them twins that waters you mother’s eyes
that’s diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs

raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
light up canoes, till t*tanics, i sink ships
love doing b*tches with pink lips, call me padre
talk sh*t with a gun in my hand call me c*ckay

did this straight, bricks ain’t large
bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that’s large
sipping blue ells, and playing cards
plus a pat on the back from the f*cking coastguard

yo, yo, i got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
dare n*gg*s third in my crew, it’s known killers
model hoes that blow with hour gl*ss figures
we live for raw s*x and 80 proof liquors

run, walk, and crawl for catching hot b*lls
from my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark

after dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
and i love rap records with lots of gun talk
it’s day time two both pies on waist sides
can’t trace, i hop back crimson lake sides

i make five which is why y’all hate
i got dark skin, jet black b*tches with jade eyes
we wildin’ out, hang them high, and dry them out
i do them type of things y’all n*gg*s is lying ’bout
my speech is the reason my race is dying out

so i pray to god, the same time i’m pulling the iron out
we rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
we jamaican s*xing, pillow talking, and pop trois
in pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster

on stage recipient of a nice guy
malicious n*gg* y’all cats fict*tious
when the sh*t hits
it’s how you know we mean business

guns n’ roses mafia proses
briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
this is the life, n*gg* that’s the life

guns n’ roses mafia proses
briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
this is the life, n*gg* that’s the life

when the slugs h*ts, i wonder will the pain last
see my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
i’m asking you, ’cause we used to rock the same *ss
when i die, put me in mausoleum with the stained gl*ss, the stained gl*ss

when the slugs h*ts, i wonder will the pain last
see my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
i’m asking you, cause we used to rock the same *ss
when i die, put me in mausoleum with the stained gl*ss, the stained gl*ss

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