Doe Pesci - CAN I LIVE lyrics

(fligga) Damn man can I live , got mad b**hes on my dick , n***as gonna hate , b**h n***as betta skate grind hard into a kick flip , and ya boy jus landed like a astronaut I just planned this , take her home she gimme dome , unwrap the p**y like candy (hook) And u mad cus ya b**h wanna f** with me , (wanna f** with me) , she bring her friends 3's company, ( 3's company) , I f** for free , she know the name so she f** with me , (she f** wit me) , she love the team m.o.e she f** wit these (fligga) Fake n***as she dont like , that big dick she gonna pipe , she stay tonight , if that dome right , she bring her friends thats chome like (mulaa) Chrome whip wit that chrome pipe , young man but give a grown pipe , one blunt thats a low flight , sour haze stay rolled tight (fligga) Cheif keef dont understand , stacking bread the one demand (mulaa) Like bread trucks get cha bread up when im fed up I let the bust (fligga) Moving on up , elevators , I smell the snentch , f** a hater , see u later like an aligator (mulaa) Its going down , escalator , her legs up , elevation , penatration no baby making , basketball , never pump faking , jamacain b**h and her rump shaking (fligga) She work something , she twerk something , dominician so she worth something , birthday cake on her back , so she throw it all on my lap , I smash it out no tap tap and she bring the p**y right back (mulaa) I smack the a** , I grab the a** , she like it fast so I took the task , im popping tags , she pop it fast , I pop a band , let the cash blash (Fligga) Hold up while I roll up (mulaa) She s**ing dick she might throw up (fligga) p**y good I tear it up then snuggle after bear it up (mulaa) Damn man can I live can a n***a get money no biz im trynna get paid im trynna get laid got Miami heat no d wade she a broke b**h gotta prepaid got fronts seats to that heat game smoke no seeds it's a g thang only strong strong in my reach man (gap) I smack it fast she move it slow yea I nutted 3 rounds ago we keep it goin she keep it throwin clap clap whats my name she back it up and she gimme brain yea that sh** insane , that f**ed me up and she f**ed me down , im f**ed up and she f**ed up (hook) And u mad cus ya b**h wanna f** with me , (wanna f** with me) , she bring her friends 3's company, ( 3's company) , I f** for free , she know the name so she f** with me , (she f** wit me) , she love the team m.o.e she f** wit these (lux) Rap flow cash flow who the last to get clapped tho my pockets lookin crazy like a over weight cat tho (gap) His pockets fat and my pockets fat them feens kno that I got the sack (lux) Money making chasing dreams we the team D.C. , I go hard lean back like fat joe from terror squad (gap) I lean back and he lean back iphone 5 but that screen crack (lux) Haters hate fakers fake stop living yo dream world prolly mad cus im in the jag and im driving with yo dream girl I school these dudes I rule these dudes swagged up cash up level up my bread is up y'all lame dudes get reded up