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    "Glamour Life" Lyrics

    Big Punisher feat. Fat Joe and Cuban Link


    [Cuban Link] Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks
    Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo
    Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up?
    [Big Punisher] Stick around

    [Cuban Link]
    Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour
    Like my man Tony Montana
    Stand and pose in front of cameras
    With my golden silk pajamas on

    Smoking havanas, drinking Don P
    Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante
    Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionare
    Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
    Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins
    Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
    I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
    Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
    I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
    Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
    Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters
    I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
    Sitting on top of the world like the sun
    A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun

    [Big Punisher - Chorus:]
    It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
    Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice

    Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice
    And get ready for the glamour life

    [Triple Seis]
    Ripped off from the Infiniti
    Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity
    Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
    All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
    Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker
    Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
    Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun
    ([Big Punisher:] Get the motherfucking gun)
    Since ?? become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's
    Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
    Bullets of breeze at light speed
    Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds
    Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
    Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys

    Please, no remorse for your two face
    Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
    You about to take who's place? Not Seis...
    Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace

    [Big Punisher] The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
    [Big Punisher - Chorus]

    [Fat Joe]
    Yo, I'ts the motherfucking Don Cartagena
    The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
    Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira
    Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
    Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
    My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
    Hollow tips an', cop killers with the ??
    Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
    Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke
    Always broke with your lazy ways
    Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
    In the back seat, having rough sex
    I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit
    Think twice, I give Christ your kids
    I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning
    I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
    Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
    We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity

    [Big Punisher - Chorus]

    Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
    Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
    Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went
    Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium
    She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
    500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
    8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
    Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
    It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia
    Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke
    Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
    The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'
    Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans
    Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance
    Currency's gonna murder me... It's never enough
    Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
    Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us....

    [Big Punisher] My life...my life...

    [Big Punisher]
    The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
    I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
    Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight
    Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light
    The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
    Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
    I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
    Now she's fifty years old, pushing a hummer
    The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
    Mini-mize, send them to Christ in the after life
    Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
    Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit

    Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
    It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
    Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
    Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch
    This song was submitted on March 9th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Rios, Leshan Lewis.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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