Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Live This , by - Black Magic. Release date: 15.03.2011
Song language: English
We Live This |
| Yeah! |
| It’s ya boy Black Magic |
| My nigga Young Snead, let’s go |
| Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier |
| Since I moved to the South, my slang got colder |
| Walk got pimper, cane with the limper |
| Treat my bitch right, always lobster and shrimp her |
| Flatbush Ave I’m the number one contender |
| Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja |
| Whip game hot, flow cold like the winter |
| Ball hard if niggas got blocks like a center |
| Time for me to switch it up, bigger car bigger truck |
| Got the new house and that too was big as fuck |
| And this a must that you see me blow |
| Lil' nigga hold the weight like my CEO |
| Now it’s back to the business, we eat sleep and shit this |
| Take this, shoot him and any fuckin witness |
| Always on some pimp shit, never on some simp shit |
| At Big Cat Records nigga e’ryday is Christmas |
| We eat, we sleep, we shit this |
| Big whips, big chips, we live this |
| Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches |
| Us young niggas out there handle our business |
| We eat, we sleep, we shit this |
| Big whips, big chips, we live this |
| Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches |
| And send them goons if them goons on our shit list |
| Guess what I heard? |
| Gucci Mane back |
| Guess what I heard? |
| Man he reppin Big Cat |
| Guess what I heard? |
| Young Snead on some other shit |
| Tell them fuck niggas they can miss us with that sucker shit |
| I’m addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat |
| And you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me? |
| And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy |
| So you know I gotta trap (AYYYY!) |
| Cop the fruity watch just to hurt the haters' faces |
| Big Cat chain with the Big Cat bracelet |
| Big Cat bracelet with the Big Cat bracelet |
| Countin twenty mill' in the Big Cat basement |
| I heard, I heard, word on the street |
| Gucci fell down now he back on his feet |
| Anti-social, he don’t really socialize |
| What’cha call that? |
| I call it street certified~! |
| A hundred thou' sold no lie |
| So call the fire truck, cause Gucci on fire |
| And he pulled up in a 'rrari |
| And if he hurt your feelings when he did then he sorry! |
| I’m a certified pimp shawty, never seen me cake a ho |
| Bad bitch one night, next day another ho |
| A young’un with a bankroll, listen what I date 'em fo'? |
| Benefits and everythang that I can go and break 'em fo' |
| We eat, we sleep, we shit this |
| Smoke kush, pop Crist', real pimp shit |
| Big chains, big whips on 6's |
| I got money on my mind so fuck bitches |
| I’m in the Coupe with the top back, Lamborghini do’s on it |
| Had to do it B-I-G, so I throwed the 4's on it |
| Tote a fo'-fo' so the kid scream 'Fuck a hater!' |
| All black, long part, somethin like The Terminator |
| Call me the exterminator, sprayin like the Orkin man |
| You don’t want no part of that we deeper than a marching band |
| We trap, we slang, we hustlers |
| And stay away from you motherfuckin busters |