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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survive [Youngr Bootleg], artist - Don Diablo. Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Survive [Youngr Bootleg] |
| Don Diablo, Guwop |
| We survived the thunder |
| And escaped the hunger |
| And sometimes I wonder, how we got through |
| Who knows what they'll ask us |
| We don't need no answers |
| 'Cause we stand to serve as living proof |
| Gucci Mane and Don, catch me ballin' out in London |
| Tom Brady with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday |
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds |
| I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred |
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it |
| She got comfortable, she called me by my government |
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats |
| And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief |
| I'm cocky, beat that pussy up like Rocky |
| I fly to Amsterdam for the right fee |
| These dudes ain't nothing like me, they car thieves |
| I booked her for the night, paid her bar fee |
| Told her charge it to the gang, black Wall Street |
| Shark blue coupe with a shark fee |
| Multi-millionaire, can't get 'em off me |
| Gucci Mane and Don catch me ballin' out in... |
| We survived the thunder |
| And escaped the hunger |
| And sometimes I wonder, how we got through |
| Who knows what they'll ask us |
| We don't need no answers |
| 'Cause we stand to serve as living proof |
| You got a fast car, I gotta dream of something |
| You are a hot wire, I like to push your buttons |
| We gotta somehow, get out of town |
| We drove for ages, never looking back once |
| They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom |
| Call us outrageous, well how about now? |
| Don Diablo, Guwop |
| Gucci Mane and Don |
| Catch me ballin' out in London |
| Tom Brady with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday |
| Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds |
| I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred |
| Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it |
| She got comfortable, she called me by my government |
| Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats |
| And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief |
| Well we here are, living proof |
| Well we here are, living proof |
| We survived the thunder |
| And escaped the hunger |
| And sometimes I wonder, how we got through |
| Who knows what they'll ask us |
| We don't need no answers |
| 'Cause we stand to serve as living proof |