Guns N Roses Lyrics

Guns N Roses lyrics

feat. The Neptunes

Uh uh, uh huh

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[Chorus]

Guns n' roses
mafia proses

Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

This is the
life, nigga that's the life



[Verse 1]

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

De color flawless,
bitch I reek of money (bitch)

Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck

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 bitch in a
hollow tip bra

There's science to the way we move, cock 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 niggas just
gotta lose

Lust for them things that turn women to wives

Live for
that shit 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, til
titanics I sink ships

Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre

Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay

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 fucking coastguard



[Chorus] (2X)



Yo
yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers

Dare niggas third
in my crew, it's known killers

Model hoes that blow with hour glass
figures

We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors

Run, walk, and
crawl for catching hot balls-