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Singles


Artist: Vito Banga
Total songs: 3
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Lifestyle Lyrics - Singles - Vito Banga

(INTRO) 

 

S'geh. Like.... name "Vito Banga". And I've always been a great rapper, man. But.... I live a lifestyle, man, that.... (???) need to come out of and do what I done. So let me share a few things, a few duels wit' y'all, man. If you smokin', keep smokin'. If you die, why die? You know what I mean? Listen to this shit. 

 

I live a lifestyle... 

 

(???) raw. Here it come right here, right? 

 

(Uh, uh, uh, uh) 

 

(HOOK) 

 

Live a lifestyle where so many boys ride, 

I live a lifestyle where so many mothers cry. 

Dark dreams come back in full color. (x2) 

 

I live a lifestyle where so many boys ride, 

I live a lifestyle where so many mothers cry. 

Dark dreams come back in full color. (x2) 

 

(???) fresh out, (???) he got a (???) fo' 

And a twelve-year-old child (???) shit fo' 

Got a job that most of us laugh at 

Smoke one blunt, (???) dirty, head right back. 

 

To Iraq writin' letters how he pass his time, 

Kicks and detail is how my homie get by 

Rumors circulated by the girlfriend 

Lost his good times, kicked the boy's head in 

 

Shit bad, when will it get better? 

Fuckin' me in the ass, dawg (???) whatever 

(???) is what I think is here 

Down the streets, she in love with another man 

 

Noodles, tunafish, bank that check in when he can 

Thought he heard God, dawg started preachin', man 

First time (???) let my dawg go 

Havin' a hard time actin' like I don't know. 

 

(HOOK) 

 

Right here where a buddy got shot, 

Now you wanna turn around and open up shop. 

Put big wheels on that mothafuck'n' car, 

And you wonder why the Hell (???) 

 

Kids, momma sayin' that you won't help out, 

Now she's in the papers on yo ass downtown. 

Folks ain't stupid! Now you've seen the fans, and they ain't (???) till you bread! 

 

Boys down the street? Want you DEAD! 

It's a dirty game, got to know how to play it. 

Momma let the white man put a sign on the yard, 

Without understanding what this guy stands for. 

 

Shit, you didn't phone! 

And you wonder why the judge is harder than before? 

And if I didn't tell ya, I guess you wouldn't know. 

The game's to be sold, NOT to be told!! 

 

(HOOK)