You got to get it how you live
Go get yo cake it ain't no other way
Way
I got no feelings lost my heart
An now they tryna take my soul away
Way
I already soul
So it nothing left To take away
Way
I'm on my grind at all times
Cause I ain't got enough to take a break
Break
Soul searching but my mind on this money
It got my heart
Shit ain't perfect but I'm workings on having a perfect start
Ben solo an workin smart
I jus move like dat
A flower fell to da ground
Den grew right back
Hard liven made me feel it
Wen I fall dat make me get it
F*ck the laws I don't see no cause
In why they hate me living
On a mission I'm jus tryna make a mill b4 my endin
Bars coded the realest
Lyrical tranquilest
Found myself in the wild
An came out dat bitch filthy rich
Adapted to the climate
Dirty digging fa diamonds
Pushin it like da horses das racing to finish lining
Dreams of being bigger den ever so I'm climbing
Dese niggas gone be niggas for ever
Get business minded
The dumbest nigga on my earth
An I was on dis bitch first
You got to get it how you live
Go get yo cake it ain't no other way
Way
I got no feelings lost my heart
An now they tryna take my soul away
Way
I already soul
So it nothing left To take away
Way
I'm on my grind at all times
Cause I ain't got enough to take a Break
Break
I don't have no ties wit niggas
Cause they falsified
Only thing on mind Is get em
When they cross the line
Must ain't see the caution sign
Now u slippin an I'm sliding
Get yo money mind ya business
Cause this lead to mamas crying
Get a bitch or maybe more
An tell dem hoes to walk da line
Put that pussy on the block
An have my money on time
O no I am not a pimp
Dis dick is not a shrimp
I don't pay fa pussy
You can get that from a simp
Let's get this understood
I'm the business u the worker
First u gone get my digits
If it's right u get a furla i
Bottom bitch slippin
So u show me how u turn up
An tell dat hoe she tripping
If she lackin ima hurt her
Sign dis contract
Sell dat pussy
Money murder
Dese hoes is everybody
Matter fact give yo purse up
LouLife Dodis - Break YoSelf Lyrics
LouLife Dodis - Break YoSelf Lyrics
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You got to get it how you live
Go get yo cake it ain't no other way
Way
I got no feelings lost my heart
An now they tryna take my soul away
Way
I already soul
So it nothing left To take away
Way
I'm on my grind at all times
Cause I ain't got enough to take a break
Break
Soul searching but my mind on this money
It got my heart
Shit ain't perfect but I'm workings on having a perfect start
Ben solo an workin smart
I jus move like dat
A flower fell to da ground
Den grew right back
Hard liven made me feel it
Wen I fall dat make me get it
F*ck the laws I don't see no cause
In why they hate me living
On a mission I'm jus tryna make a mill b4 my endin
Bars coded the realest
Lyrical tranquilest
Found myself in the wild
An came out dat bitch filthy rich
Adapted to the climate
Dirty digging fa diamonds
Pushin it like da horses das racing to finish lining
Dreams of being bigger den ever so I'm climbing
Dese niggas gone be niggas for ever
Get business minded
The dumbest nigga on my earth
An I was on dis bitch first
You got to get it how you live
Go get yo cake it ain't no other way
Way
I got no feelings lost my heart
An now they tryna take my soul away
Way
I already soul
So it nothing left To take away
Way
I'm on my grind at all times
Cause I ain't got enough to take a Break
Break
I don't have no ties wit niggas
Cause they falsified
Only thing on mind Is get em
When they cross the line
Must ain't see the caution sign
Now u slippin an I'm sliding
Get yo money mind ya business
Cause this lead to mamas crying
Get a bitch or maybe more
An tell dem hoes to walk da line
Put that pussy on the block
An have my money on time
O no I am not a pimp
Dis dick is not a shrimp
I don't pay fa pussy
You can get that from a simp
Let's get this understood
I'm the business u the worker
First u gone get my digits
If it's right u get a furla i
Bottom bitch slippin
So u show me how u turn up
An tell dat hoe she tripping
If she lackin ima hurt her
Sign dis contract
Sell dat pussy
Money murder
Dese hoes is everybody
Matter fact give yo purse up
Go get yo cake it ain't no other way
Way
I got no feelings lost my heart
An now they tryna take my soul away
Way
I already soul
So it nothing left To take away
Way
I'm on my grind at all times
Cause I ain't got enough to take a break
Break
Soul searching but my mind on this money
It got my heart
Shit ain't perfect but I'm workings on having a perfect start
Ben solo an workin smart
I jus move like dat
A flower fell to da ground
Den grew right back
Hard liven made me feel it
Wen I fall dat make me get it
F*ck the laws I don't see no cause
In why they hate me living
On a mission I'm jus tryna make a mill b4 my endin
Bars coded the realest
Lyrical tranquilest
Found myself in the wild
An came out dat bitch filthy rich
Adapted to the climate
Dirty digging fa diamonds
Pushin it like da horses das racing to finish lining
Dreams of being bigger den ever so I'm climbing
Dese niggas gone be niggas for ever
Get business minded
The dumbest nigga on my earth
An I was on dis bitch first
You got to get it how you live
Go get yo cake it ain't no other way
Way
I got no feelings lost my heart
An now they tryna take my soul away
Way
I already soul
So it nothing left To take away
Way
I'm on my grind at all times
Cause I ain't got enough to take a Break
Break
I don't have no ties wit niggas
Cause they falsified
Only thing on mind Is get em
When they cross the line
Must ain't see the caution sign
Now u slippin an I'm sliding
Get yo money mind ya business
Cause this lead to mamas crying
Get a bitch or maybe more
An tell dem hoes to walk da line
Put that pussy on the block
An have my money on time
O no I am not a pimp
Dis dick is not a shrimp
I don't pay fa pussy
You can get that from a simp
Let's get this understood
I'm the business u the worker
First u gone get my digits
If it's right u get a furla i
Bottom bitch slippin
So u show me how u turn up
An tell dat hoe she tripping
If she lackin ima hurt her
Sign dis contract
Sell dat pussy
Money murder
Dese hoes is everybody
Matter fact give yo purse up
Writer: Wesley Leverett
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