Toast to the Good Life

Lyrics

It's a celebration I didn't made it past 21 feeling like a top gun
 I'm still standing above the ground, you know it's going down
 My family good, my people stroot, just shob is a motherfucker obligate
 Make a toast to the good life, make a toast to the good life.
 Man, I swear I be like the robot,
 Programmed to get money and stop only when I run out
 Models on the table in case a nigga get thirsty
 Models by the table feel like five years Thursday
 I'm a fly nigga, I know what you like, women
 I'm on my Louis Vuiton burgen, it's quite leaning
 They say my snigger here in his thirty till the life's finished
 I tell them big 'cause I'm a classic, I like tennis
 Jordon, burdon, juby, you can say the rest
 Burn down the novelity minus the big in that
 No swine as the alcohol in grand that
 Looking for that clean pussy that no other man has
 I come to sort the game up, I'm tearing it
 Forget the man with the suit, you're about to learn it
 I'm on my green like a God force and I'm celebrating, let's start it off with a shot toast.
 It's a celebration I didn't made it past 21 feeling like a top gun
 I'm still standing above the ground, you know it's going down
 My family good, my people stroot, just shob is a motherfucker obligate
 Make a toast to the good life, make a toast to the good life.
 All I do is wash money in my main time
 Is better say I got a new at least I lay swag
 Feeling good, my people just got released home
 I need to rap when I'm telling about this threesome
 Just money, black cards chris honeys
 Make everybody gather alone but you risk none
 Prick runners, that's what I came up around
 But ask a nigga some, nigga tear your wheel for the run
 Big stonner, cardiac clean the leans
 I spend the summer in a Hummer when I'm in the bends
 Still rolling, even after the wheel stops
 Fuck jill and drop it down at the hill top.
 I be shaping the sex, I'm in the lean up
 Small in the stomach and I ain't even did a sit up
 Nino, I'll be doing me in this golf curse
 And I celebrate, let's start it up with a shot toast.
 It's a celebration I didn't made it past 21 feeling like a top gun
 I'm still standing above the ground, you know it's going down
 My family good, my people stroot, just shob is a motherfucker obligate
 Make a toast to the good life, make a toast to the good life. (bis)
 And it feels so good, God damn it, it feels so good, man
 I'm out to rearrange my motherfucker shit, man

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Duration
03:47
Key
8
Tempo
89 BPM

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