T.I. Hell of a Life Letras:
[Intro]
Ay, ay...
it's the King representin once more, ya understand?
When people see me on Bankhead..
Man the folks start pointin, screamin, and wavin, and yellin and...
I'm talumbout man, ay look mayne y'know I'm sayin..
I don't wanna roll over no toes in my Rolls, you dig what I'm sayin?
Y'all just back up, let a pimp pass through, you dig?
Hahahahah!

[Chorus]
The Beamers, Bentley's, double Maserati's
Every time I see you, shawty where ya headin tonight?
(Hey, where ya headin shawty?)
Sellin out arenas, chicks wit asses like Serena
Man, shawty live a hell of a life (I'm tryna tell ya shawty)
it's a hell of a liiiiiiiife man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiiife...
(that's how it is, real talk, true story)
I ain't tellin no liiiiie man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiife...
(that's how it is, real talk, true story)

[Verse 1]
Y'know, shawty goin extra hard when they release his passport
Why I need a credit card? What you thank this cash for? (What?!)
Hit the dealership and give 'em every dime he ask for
Just so I can see two-hunnid sixty on the dashboard
If shinin 'gainst the law, somebody better get the task force
Find me hoes, lemme, lemme fuck 'em 'til their ass hoarse
Pimpin' 101, just come and see me take a crash course
You wanna count my money, go to college, need a math course
On a Mach-dash-4, a hunnid milligram-y
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Breakneck speed 'til I see a billi comin
I'm filthy rich and hungry, feel the crumblin in my stomach
I'm still stuntin off the chain, chasin nothin but some money
Put a couple pair of cools like I'm playin gin rummy
No cards, just broads when a nigga dick hard
Flooded offshore Auto Mart, lookin like a car start
Put it in her wristwatch, ballin like a big shot

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Swag on fully, no semi, hoe hear me?
Bankrolls, no pennies, drop Rolls/roles, no Emmy's
Street cred, no blemish, credit card, no limit
You want Bankhead to spot a drop head, I'm in it!
And bendin, a couple corners, hoppin on 20
Wit three or four women givin love like tennis
I'm about just where her chin is, giving me the bih'ness
While I'm ridin through the city, gag, swallow, no spittin
Livin life, like I just got out of prison Wednesday night
If yo' chick is in my sight, then that chick is gettin right
And I know niggaz now with bitches think I'm hittin it and they right
They keep my name up out dey mouth and mind dey business, dey aight
Hey aight, if you hear me say aight, okay, aight?
'Cause you know I got dem goons with me and I pay aight
And they would like to see me broke or back to prison see me go
But instead they see me ballin, stuntin, everywhere we go - GO!

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Money won't fall, pockets on swole
Rubberband keep poppin out my (?)
(I ain't tellin no liiiiie man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiife...)
(that's how it is, real talk, true story)
Brand new car fill my brand new chicks
A hunnid bands right quick to see ya man doin biz
(I ain't tellin no liiiiie man, shawty live a hell of a liiiiife...)
(that's how it is, real talk, true story)
Letras: Hell of a Life T.I. [final]