| VVS my ear, god, VVS my charm
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| VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple hundred (Glock)
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| Dropped a couple hundred
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| Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
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| Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
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| I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
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| And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
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| Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah
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| Hold on, money callin' (racks)
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| Racks up to my ear, racks up over here, yeah yeah
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| That’s just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins, yeah yeah
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| Get Ma Dukes a crib, no more payin' bills, yeah yeah
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| Bitch I get it in, backends and dividends, yeah yeah
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| Smoking like I’m Snoop, I sip lean not no gin, yeah yeah
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| Pull up brand coupe, hop out with them big bands, yeah yeah
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| Pull up on your crew and then you know we blast, yeah yeah
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| Young niggas hittin' up all that (all that)
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| Chop on me, hit him in his ball cap (ball cap)
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| Forty on me, nigga better fall back (fall back)
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| Got dirty sticks, no Xanax
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| And I’m too fly for a jet lag (fly)
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| Hatin' ass nigga better get back (get back)
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| Just a lil nigga with a big bag (bag)
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| Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
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| Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
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| I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
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| And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
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| Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah
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| Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
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| Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
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| I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
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| And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
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| With the shit for real, it’s kill or be killed, yeah yeah
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| Bitch I’m chasing mils, I eat five star meals, yeah yeah
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| Boy my jewelry real, your shit is so thin, yeah yeah
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| Boy them pints ain’t real, who you tryna kill? |
| yeah yeah
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| Damn that’s some fucked up shit (fucked up)
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| Niggas get fucked up quick (get fucked up)
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| Yeah I just bust my wrist (uh)
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| And I just bust this bitch (uh)
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| I fuck young hoes and MILFs (I do)
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| I hop in my spaceship and lift, off (skrrt)
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| Got a new rocket, Chris Paul
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| Bitch you know I ball
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| Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
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| Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
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| I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
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| And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
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| Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
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| Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How I Live , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Glock Bond, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп