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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donae'o
Vocals
Fredo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fredo
Composer
Ian M Greenidge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donae'o
Producer
Lyrics
Yo', yo', whole life
Whole life, yeah
(I don't even know why I made the intro 16)
Yeah, yeah, look
I wanted this for my whole life
Wanna make millies for my whole life
I never knew this would be my life
Fucking bad bitches for my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
I wanted this for my whole life
Couldn't pay me to have your life
Gyal they say I'm cocky and they so right
They so right, they so right
Me I got my jewelery and my clothes right
Swag is on point, levels so high
If you saying you somebody you be so lie
I be somebody I'm a known guy
I wanted this for my whole life
Wanna make millies for my whole life
I never knew this would be my life
Fucking bad bitches for my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
I wanted this for my whole life
Hating **** they've got no life
I don't want a piece I want the whole pie
The whole pie, the whole pie
If I choose a woman she needs the whole pie
I ain't really with living a broke life
Hatin' **** want me to take a nose dive
But I just put on a smile when it comes to show time
I wanted this for my whole life
Wanna make millies for my whole life
I never knew this would be my life
Fucking bad bitches for my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
I swear I wanted money for my whole life
I'm still whipping 36s from whole nines, no lie
We make shit happen up in no time
You're running round the city chasing girls
I pay 'em no mind
And when I check it bro I swear that I got no life
We're either cashing or I'm shottin' for the whole night
And I got no wife
So I told her even if we had a job
Me and you we ain't got no ties, no strings
You talk 'bout guns you ain't got no tings
Talking 'bout you're trapping, trapping, trapping
You got no bling
I swear my bitch is bad bro
She's working with a nose ring
And she don't even smoke weed
She's more upon the nose ting
That's hella bad
And If you're talking mocler I done hella that
I got like ten puffers that's a seven stack
So when my brother needs a postal
I just send him that
My little **** needs a gun to ride
So I'ma lend him that
I wanted this for my whole life
Wanna make millies for my whole life
I never knew this would be my life
Fucking bad bitches for my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
I wanted this for my whole life
Wanna make millies for my whole life
I never knew this would be my life
Fucking bad bitches for my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
Written by: Fredo, Ian M Greenidge