Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Livin' in Style , by - Lily. Release date: 30.08.2020
Song language: English
Livin' in Style |
| Let me say wassup before I step to the mircrophone |
| Check, one-two, you never heard on me before |
| So here I am, get vision this track with female funk punk |
| I gotta represent my lil' brother, so check this out |
| They never relaxed on a hot track |
| 'Cause every muthafucka like them, he is not a regret |
| So many talks, so many hits about Russia |
| But my crew is gonna bust all the stereotypes |
| Ha-ha-ha, now here we are us in the studio |
| Gotta let you know our life is full of criminal |
| Even if you live here in Moscow, better look out |
| 'Cuz we have the same Bloods and Crips all around |
| So listen to my hommies one by one is in da house |
| That Ladjak, Mihey, Legalize, my man Sir-J |
| Plus we have Jeeep, Topor, the whole DOB |
| Gotta say peace out, yo, my name is Lily |
| Don’t smoke phillie blunts, pass me dat |
| When I ever drink to the dregs, I’m so talkative |
| Money, drugs and the guns is all around us |
| So many mutha fools tryna beat depend game |
| But fuck that, you bite that |
| You wanna live in style, mister daydream, ayo, you gotta buss that |
| Just like a buss suckas that have no brain |
| Holding shame, you deserved that |
| I’m too tired of making money, stuck in deadlock |
| Biting them G-Phonk mane, you around |
| You step in the stage with the stolen phonogram, stolen image |
| Voice by my crew say: «Fuck that» |
| You talk about your criminal life, but what’s the criminal? |
| Never shoot a gun in your life, but always talk of that |
| Who gives a shit about tells |
| You know I’m just sick to the death of your |
| Gotta to speak me, hey |
| It going take place with Russian slang, bang |
| It’s my distinguishing feature, my new dumb bite |
| That’s your poppy lovers style is out |
| , Onyx, |
| Lega, Lega |
| Yeah, how I know gang banger |
| What a hell goes on? |
| turn around |
| make me crazy |
| or drunk, or something |
| rednecks, don’t respect and don’t criminals |
| Don’t represent |
| «Slam», LSD |
| Watch me get down on this funky ass track |
| Watch you move back, I’m goin' |
| Like from Da Boogie Crew |
| Clap your hands and move your feet |
| Don’t stop, wake 'em up, I |
| Just to get nuff respect from the Moscow b-boys |
| So, J is in da house |
| muthafucka on the track |
| You go to ghetto, we go to |
| The the shit happens, yeah |
| Bloods and Crips, I believe this thing is scary as hell |
| You know all of what it was, but you don’t know the shit we go thru here is |
| crazy, and its true |
| And it you dummy |
| You possessed by we possessed by |
| I’m from a lower portal block, but I don’t pick a Glock |
| I don’t represent no gang bang, you I’m living |
| But I only feel safe in my hood |
| I know they won’t shoot me |
| One, two, three, I’m a g |
| As an a guy would decent |
| Who is in a fist fight |
| Days are |
| I wonder why people guns now |
| Pow — you dead now |
| The war is on, revenge was the reason they blast you |
| Had to do nothing with it, but who gives a flying damn anyway now? |
| You know mess with us |
| Russian is in da house, is in da house, is in da house |