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Action!
Damn, can a bitch live?
All the shit that I did
I've been goin' for years
And bitch, I'm still here
Never had to beg, I hustled for mine (Mine)
Never was a time I wasn't in line, wasn't gon' shine
Was in my prime 'fore I was in my prime
Plus I keep them tens with me, take a dozen and prime
And tell Miles he can put it on my tab though
First bitch in Miami with the slab, ho
Bought it with my own cash though
That's why I gotta act an asshole
Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)
Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)
All the shit that I did (All the shit that I did)
Eastside
Doin' it for years (I'm just tryna live)
And I'm still here (That all)
Can a bitch live?
Damn, can a nigga live? (Huh?)
Pistols in the couches, I got cameras in the crib (Hot)
Charlie on Collins, pullin' the Phantom up the lift (Skrrt)
I'm with my shooter, not no cameraman, it's cannons in this whip
Hop out with the baddest (Bad), if it ain't
Foreign, it don't attract us (It don't)
Put some cheese on your head, your team not even the Packers (Not yet)
Askin' us, "Could you live?" That's
Takin' a step backwards (Backwards)
I was blastin', "Can I live?" with my
Pistol on me in traffic (Strapped)
Ain't tell me 'bout all this money
Guessin' they left that part out (I guess)
Eight thousand when I walk through, get
Your wifey when I walk out (Come here)
If you ain't mentionin' seven figures, nothin' to talk 'bout (Nothin')
Don P, we pour out (Pour out), like
Mase group, I go all out (All out)
You wonderin' why every time I hit your bitch, she call out (Call out)
Bloggers be in my business so I be askin' for all mouth (All mouth)
Lotta weed in my section 'cause I don't need to be stressin' (Nah)
Now I'm easily flexin' (Flexin')
Trina got her a question (Answer this)
Damn, can a bitch live? (East, can I live?)
Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)
All the shit that I did (All the shit that I did)
Doin' it for years
And I'm still here
Can a bitch live?
Ted DiBiase wanna see the body
I told him he could look if I could see the Gotti
Ass hangin' off Girardis
Initials stitched in the seats of the Maserati
Middle finger to the paparazzi
Your mama hate me, but your papa got me
On South Beach doin' hot Pilates
And don't try me like you ain't got a copy
Of my latest shit, respect the lyrics of the bitch who made this shit
Always on some major shit
I love the money, it's like we in a relationship
Still on the porch eatin' tater chips, yeah (Hahaha)
Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)
Damn, can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live?)
All the shit that I did (All the shit that I did)
Doin' it for years
And I'm still here
Can a bitch live? (Can a bitch live? Can a bitch live?)
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