| It’s wet ink, you dig?
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| Think it’s a joint
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| Y’all get a level and all that, right?
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| Yo who joint is that, who that singing that?
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| The Satellites?
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| That shit crazy, ahaha
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| Once again! |
| Back in business
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| AZ is a whole game motherf…
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| In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach
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| Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet
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| Bumping DeBarge through the iPod, I’m nodding to sleep
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| My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week
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| Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street
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| One of the few so elite, it’s an honor to meet
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| Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek
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| Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak
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| Don of the week, centerfold magazine style
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| Fuck Kenneth Cole, everything is Japanese now
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| Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed
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| Who’s on beginner mode? |
| I see through the sheisty shit
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| Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed
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| Random broads come aboard, few might see dick
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| Fights we fixed, it’s a handful whose life’s legit
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| Said it before, mahphukkaz, yeah life’s a bitch
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| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
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| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
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| Built they own fortress, living the life
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| Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
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| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
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| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
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| Built they own fortress, living the life
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| Be four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
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| Kickstand the Kawasaki, cooling it off
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| Switch hands, the sour got me, I’m cool as the frost
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| Shower properly, smelling like a jewel in my north
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| It’s only right like a midnight 2−2 Porsche
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| Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch
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| Ballers is never talkers, they just learn and adjust
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| The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front
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| So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt
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| Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain’t release in a month
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| No sleeping, if you’re scheming you’ll get beat to the punch
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| Retreat to the Trump, feet up, fruit in the bowl
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| How many ever minked up and drop the coupe in the cold?
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| The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute
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| Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual
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| Circle the menu, main course pick of the day
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| Get yours, what else for a nigga to say?
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| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
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| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
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| Built they own fortress, living the life
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| Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
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| This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
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| Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
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| Built they own fortress, living the life
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| Be four wheeling or they peeling on bikes |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Livin the Life, artist - Freeway. Album song Legendary / Philadelphia Freeway 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп