Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How You Live It , by - Nyck Caution. Release date: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How You Live It |
| Enjoyin' |
| Keep enjoyin' |
| Enjoyin' |
| Keep enjoyin', uh |
| I drop the bag off (Yeah), early morning I jack off |
| So when I fuck your chick after noon, I last long (I last long) |
| Every song is like the last song (The last song) |
| When it comes to the level in which I rap on (Which I rap on) |
| Your bitch is dancin' on me (Yeah), she like a lap dog (She like a lap dog) |
| She like my hair (Like my hair), I keep my cap on |
| 'Cause I ain’t lookin' for love, shit, is that wrong? |
| (Is that wrong?) |
| I just want something dainty that I can tap on (I can tap on) |
| It’s killa season, ho (Yeah), I feel like Cam’ron (I feel like Cam’ron) |
| I’m just tryna build a block that I can stand on (Dipset) |
| Real estate and bigger plans (Plans) |
| Ya’ll just worried about some shit to blow a bag on (Dummy) |
| I peep the game before it happens like I’m Tony Romo |
| I’m better than a referee |
| Don’t let the internet fool you |
| 100K on the 'Gram doesn’t make you a celebrity (A celebrity) |
| You public figures with these fuckin' pictures (Fuckin') |
| You got your ass pokin' out when you lean to the left (Yeah) |
| When it’s really not fat you just angle it best (You just angle it best) |
| And in person we know that your self-esteem is a mess |
| But it make you feel better when you’re postin' your pics (Yeah) |
| It’s cool, I ain’t knockin' it (Nah) |
| As long as somebody commentin' (Yeah) |
| And make your whole career look promisin' |
| Get it how you live it (Live it), this world could be filthy (Filthy) |
| But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Yeah) |
| 'Cause every hard line keeps addin' to the kill streak (Hol' up) |
| Fuck what they talking 'bout, dawg, I know they hear me |
| I could give a fuck if they feel me, dawg |
| They sendin' shots, better kill me, dawg |
| I’m on a kill streak, I do these flows filthy (Uh-huh) |
| So much flows, I started investin' in realty |
| Got so much gold, all this jewelry make a nigga feel guilty |
| Ice on or not, bitch, I’m still me, this is just the chill me (Yeah) |
| Get a nigga hot and that’s when you see the real me (Uh-huh) |
| Force a nigga hand and that’s when you gon' reveal the (What up?) |
| Nina on my waist, if you talkin' out your face |
| Better proceed with caution 'cause you niggas ain’t safe |
| Off the Jameson I turn into an animal, baby |
| Shows with Erick, bitch, I’m feelin' like Hannibal, baby |
| Bird up, I wrote some words and now my calendar crazy |
| Different country every night, let’s get some capital, baby (Turn it up, uh) |
| Eastside phenom, yeah |
| When you make heat, there’s no B-side |
| Y’all don’t want beef, y’all meat ride |
| This a fuck you, not a peace sign |
| I’ve been down bad like Steve Jobs |
| Made it all back like Steve, now I slam 'em down bad, no F-5 |
| Beast like sheesh, yo, you don’t eat on these sides |
| You could keep yours, I’ma keep mine |
| Flex like a wrestler, bitch I’m feelin' like D-Von |
| Open up her legs, spike my head on her monkey |
| I keep the shit funky, her eyes rollin' back, yo she look like a junkie |
| I bully these pussies, I feel like a Dudley |
| All I want is some Cudi, poke her face, day and night when she— |
| After she dip, yo a spliff would be lovely |
| I ain’t sparkin' this chick 'cause every time she hit the weed, she be buggin' |
| (Chill out) |
| Make a way and everybody start runnin' (Uh) |
| Make a name and everybody your cousin |
| It’s cool, I ain’t knockin' it |
| As long as somebody profitin' |
| There’s always someone else that’s pocketin' |
| But get it how you live it (Live it), this world could be filthy (Filthy) |
| But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Back to the real) |
| 'Cause every hard line keeps addin' to the kill streak |