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Livin (Feat. IAMSU)

Good head get your rent paid,

Then I cut a corner like a switch blade

Bitch made nigga talking shit about her

Got a red car so I bought a red bottom

Chillin' at the game sitting courtside

You're looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride

Low life I'm a multi nigga fo' life

Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie,

Cut it out sold drugs out my mommas house

So for mothers day, I bought my mom a house

Chillin' in the club standing on the couch

Nigga fuck yo couch, nigga nigga fuck yo couch!

Shoes cost more than that shit anyway

Any day, when the semi spray, better penetrate

{Brrraaatt} Better duck nigga!

Got a lake in my yard filled with ducks nigga!

I'm just livin' baby, and you got that right

I'm just livin' baby, and my Jordans nice

I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'

I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'Motherfuck the other side (Motherfuck the other side)

Motherfuck the other side (Motherfuck the other side)

Everything's official my pistol's just missin missles

As far as running game my nigga I need a whistle

My nigga I need your sister, oops, I don't think that came out

Still fuck a girl with my chain out

Still do my thing with my thing out

Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming

My life, your motherfucking entertainment

Dangerous, leave you with the angels,

Shoot yo' ass from all types of angles, explain this

The way I lived with a just bunch of niggas and then just me

They came close and eat yo' skeet

They tried to run and I said come back

If you think you're alone then they're about to Womack

Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down on there

Nigga said what up pimp, where the hoes at?

Ride around on my side of town, you might fuck around and get peeled

I rock Mookie, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels

Nigga this ain't a game there ain't no competition

I knew he was a fake I got good intuition

23 and I'm still livin',

Been all around the world and it's still Richmond

Because I'm loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil,

Got me in that water, let it boil

Bitch I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy

Consider your bitch my employ'

Real to the core, straight up I never been fraud,

And I put that on my lord

Ya'll rap 'bout clothes that you cannot afford

Where's the Versace and where's the Tom Ford?

Everything we rap 'bout that shit be ours

This bitch a freak she should get the award

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