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504 Boyz - My Life Is Sweet lyrics
[Chorus - 2x] 
My life is sweet 
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps 
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee 
Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats 
Make them scream wha-wha 
[Curren$y] 
Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city 
To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet 
Performance chip is faster than any jet 
I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet 
I use to hustle on the block for rent 
Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since 
See all these chicks wanna get with me 
Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City 
[Chorus - 2x]
[Afficial] 
Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic 
And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package 
I leave the country cause Paris cooler 
Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler 
Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead 
Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed 
Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 
16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller 
[Afficial] 
I thought I told you the flow don't stop 
And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock 
You can still catch me up in them clubs 
In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs 
Since they wanna know about my whip 
I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership 
Now how they think they floss toys 
When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys 
[Chorus - 2x] 504 Boyz - My Life Is Sweet - http://motolyrics.com/504-boyz/my-life-is-sweet-lyrics.html
[Afficial] 
When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four 
Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors 
Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill 
Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel 
It's real, stack dough and make more 
While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors 
You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche 
I get paid every month like child support 
[Krazy] 
Luxury, I love that bird it's easy 
Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me 
But a 6, without the rims is cheesy 
Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy 
The spinners, on my Navi to tease me 
With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy 
With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me 
I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that 
[Master P] 
You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate 
Flew to Paris or France, just to get away 
Like to party, so we buy the club 
Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs 
The new Hummer, had it before it came out 
200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth 
Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music 
Like the President got a jet and don't even use it 
When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher 
Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires 
In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats 
In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats 
My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball 
My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall 
Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese 
I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green 
[Chorus - 2x]









