My Life 2012 Slaughterhouse
TracksMy Life

Artist: Slaughterhouse

Album: welcome to: OUR HOUSE

Release time: 28-08-2012

My Life - Slaughterhouse

This is my motherfucking life

 

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

S-L-A U-G-H T-E-R-H-O-U-S-E

Yes we are the best in the biz

The west in the bitch

This Eastside LB money over coochie man

645 when dip through the burbs

I be on my Gucci Man

Smash on the gas,

kick a bitch to the curb

House in the hills, thousands of mills

Getting wild in the field

with your spouse in Brazil

All ounces and pills, how does it feel?

To count dollar bills that I found off skills

 

Check it out, Jets fly private

Nigga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip

I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick

On my west side fly shit

Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly

Left Eye side kick

 

Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls

These bitches wall to wall

 

And they love to floss it y'all

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

 

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

 

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

 

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

Sometimes I look around and I just

I just can’t believe it

I’m on a high like a falsetto

Maybe that's why I feel like

I'm dreaming

My eyes just quit

Look what I'm seeing,

my life just shifted

I feel like I'm breathing

Light that spliff,

now I don't even smoke cause

it burn my throat but tonight

I'm steaming

Patron in my cup, holding mine up,

toasting with this hood that I know I'm gon' fuck

In these five star sheets put her right to sleep

then kick the bitch out when I wake up

Even though baby girl got a large ol' ass

I remember praying that my car goes last

Now my car so fast that

I don't think you'll understand

in a Murcielago dash

When it hurts but you ride through the dirt

and you work til it hurt then you

end up on Marshall's staff

Hoping that your granny get to

see you at the Grammy's

Get a call from your family

that your grandma passed

Then you know what you promised her

so that you stay hot as a,

thermometer, dipped in lava

So proud to be part of a conglomerate like this

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

 

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

 

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

Every time that they play this

Put your hands up high

if you're happy you made it

 

It’s bitter sweet when I say it

But since I'm alive,

might as well celebrate it

 

What a success story

When the film plays it gets less gory

My son didn't know who his pop was for years

Now its less Maury,

God put it there as a test for me

Used to walk around with a vest and 40

Cops tryna mess hall me

Now babes with the 34F’s adore me

I took the rock and a hard place

and made the best orgy

Now the fans approach I get paranoid

Where I’m from tell me never

let you're guard rest

But it's simple to disregard stress

Hoes run to the bone, it ain't far-fetched

Now the jets fly high shit

That Panamera Porsche that's Ryan's fly whip

As a kid I was poor playing tag, now I'm it!

For those of ya'll that don’t remember me

I'm a Detroit Oak Parker

Went from no office to offers

I told ya'll I'mma get my daddy out the post office

And so far I don't really need to own my city

Just as long as the D is on my fitted

And my sons and my daughter

and my wife is along for the ride

This is the motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

(my life, oh yeah)

This is my motherfucking life

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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