Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin' It, artist - Flipp Dinero. Date of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Livin' It |
| Ay, real trap… |
| Skrt, skrt, skrt |
| Real trap- yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Real trap nigga, I can’t fold, but K |
| Real trap- K |
| Real trap nigga, I can’t fold |
| Real trap nigga, on my self |
| Real trap nigga, ice on froze |
| Real trap nigga, four by four |
| Ice on- yeah, ice on cold |
| Part on my hip, that’s my pole |
| Countin' up figures, I just count more |
| Countin' up figures, I want more |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, steps, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, uh,, 'member them days I was nothin' but |
| Yeah, countin' them hundreds, bitch ain’t no bluffin', turned it to somethin' |
| Uh, yeah, I’m tryna fuck you, shawty I’m bustin' end of dicussion |
| Uh, yeah, I was the youngin', was hustlin' |
| Thinkin' 'bout life I ain’t really have nothin' |
| Yeah, 'member these niggas was buggin', now I say thank you to God 'cause I’m |
| thumbin' |
| Yeah, hunnids I get and then count 'em it’s nothin' |
| Niggas they hate how I came up from nothin' |
| Sippin' on drank 'cause it help with my function |
| I’m off the xannies and whole bunch of fuck shit |
| I’ma just stick to the cards, I’m with the money you see in the focus |
| I got no love for no fuck niggas, I live to myself then |
| I cannot live with no hoe, I want the money, I’m sippin' on Pour-Tec |
| I cannot live with my foe, I cannot trust 'em the reason I’m focused |
| Real trap nigga, I can’t fold |
| Real trap nigga, on my self |
| Real trap nigga, ice on froze |
| Real trap nigga, four by four |
| Ice on- yeah, ice on cold |
| Part on my hip, that’s my pole |
| Countin' up figures, I just count more |
| Countin' up figures, I want more |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, uh, punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, watchin' me flexin', I’m stuntin' |
| Watch how they plottin' on Flipp when he stuntin' |
| Yeah, watch how this 38 bustin' |
| Nigga run up on me, that’s end of discussion |
| Yeah, niggas be all on that fuck shit |
| Flippin' the top, |
| Yeah, I don’t give a fuck 'bout assumptions |
| Niggas want smoke, come to the functions |
| Yeah, niggas will pull up extendo |
| out the window |
| Yeah, smokin' the blunt, yeah the endo |
| Plottin' the ways I could live with my kinfolk |
| Yeah, while I pop like a pimple |
| Shawty wan' fuck, I might dabble a little |
| Yeah, livin' this life it ain’t simple |
| Whippin' the foreign like this shit a rental |
| Real trap nigga, I can’t fold |
| Real trap nigga, on my self |
| Real trap nigga, ice on froze |
| Real trap nigga, four by four |
| Ice on- yeah, ice on cold |
| Part on my hip, that’s my pole |
| Countin' up figures, I just count more |
| Countin' up figures, I want more |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Livin' this life with your soul |
| Punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, uh, punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps |
| Yeah, uh |
| Yeah, yeah, ay |
| Yeah, yeah, ay |
| Yeah, yeah, ay |
| With the gang |