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Good Life The Playing Dumb

late But when you don't come home at all I can handle being alone I'm just tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb

the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good

do bad by myself kno what i mean? forreal okay , action goin in ( first verse gucci mane ) Rap game paid me, trap game made me we used to be good friends

Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious

the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like a bunny night with GOOD company and better jewelers to the Good Life, we GOOD

everything- Curly- Ace- Bun B- Trina- an' Hurricane! Verse 2 (Inaudible) Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes

a bitch fuck a geek on command Yeah, see that sounds good right? I know you smucks just want a piece of the good life Start your little band, cardigans with your good

end, to all your dumb shit (dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes WHERE YOU FROM?" shit Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play cause it won't pay Niggaz wanna play

end up fillin' up a questionnaire "What's your name?" "Where you're goin?" "Yo, what gang are you from?" They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb