Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live Fast, Die Young , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live Fast, Die Young |
| They say we can’t be livin' like this for the rest of our lives |
| Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight |
| And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives |
| So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young |
| Livin' fast now it’s all linen rags (Unn) |
| Hard headed but my top peelin' back |
| Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me) |
| Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha) |
| Let my convertible marinade on the avenue |
| Mommy that’s half a million, I’m livin' la vida happy though |
| Die young but fuck it, we flew first class |
| Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class |
| Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen |
| Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn) |
| Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines |
| Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine (Unn) |
| Like Mike my spikes they all white |
| twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice |
| Ice insured, fuck life insurance |
| I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss) |
| Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat |
| I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go |
| The party over here, everybody over here |
| You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah) |
| Bottles over here, even spread it over there |
| All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah) |
| She came to party like it’s 1999 |
| If she died on my dick |
| She would live through my rhymes |
| For all my young ladies that’s drivin' Miss Daisy |
| Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby! |
| Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment |
| I don’t give a rrrt, baby he craazzy |
| I’m back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin' in Japan |
| Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van |
| Screams from the fans |
| «Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top againnn» |
| And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler |
| So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya |
| Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr. |
| And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers |
| My outfit’s so disrespectful |
| You could gon' ahead and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you |
| I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish |
| Niggas done mistook me for my stylist |
| And I know it’s superficial and ya say it’s just clothes |
| But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed |
| So go ahead and just pose |
| When she walked up out the dressin' room |
| The store just froze |
| And I know, they trying to get their cool back |
| And them ghetto bitches hollin' «How you do that?"(Un) |
| So they could never say we never lived it |
| And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute |
| Peter piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitched poems |
| My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm |
| When her ass is enormous |
| Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California |
| Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things |
| Look around Maseratis for the whole team |
| Look at Haiti, children dyin' 'round the clock nigga |
| I sent a hundred grand but that’s a decent watch nigga |
| I’m gettin' better 'cause it would’ve leased the drop nigga |
| I’ma get my money right just watch nigga |
| She had a miscarriage I couldn’t cry though |
| 'Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe |
| (Un) I got 'em catchin' amnesia |
| Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer |
| See the links and you just think Jesus |
| I’m hot till a day a day freezes |
| Young and radical, methods are mathematical |
| I multiplied my money through different avenues |
| Took many awards |
| Shook never before and for my mother I applaud |
| Ms. Afeni Shakur |
| Ice insured, fuck life insurance |
| Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent |
| Still, you know the dope won’t stop |
| If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch |
| (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
| (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |