our destiny - a$ap rocky lyrics
intro: playboi carti
(evilgiane)
(surf gang, b*tch)
yeah
you know what i’m sayin’?
babyxsosa in this mothaf*cka (surf)
chorus: playboi carti
uh, ride in the maybach and no, i’m not ross (huh, yeah)
i just told sosa that she is the boss (yeah)
we livin’ our life and we livin’ it large (livin’ it large)
i was born like this, i can not fall
i been like this, i’m not like y’all (i been like this, i’m not like y’all)
i can’t go to the mall, i’m bigger than the mall (i can’t go to the mall, i’m bigger than the mall)
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad (put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad)
verse 1: playboi carti
put a bag on the b*tch, they k!lled ’em in choir (put a bag on the b*tch, they chillin’ in the garage)
got my n*ggas outside, waitin’ in the car (all my n*ggas outside, they waitin’ in the car)
yeah, homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, yeah (homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, yeah)
homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, yeah (homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, yeah)
homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, yeah (homixide, homixide, homixide, homixide, yeah)
post verse: playboi carti
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad (put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad)
homixide, homixide, yeah
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad
put a bag on the b*tch (a bag on the b*tch)
a bag on the broad (a bag on the broad)
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad
put a bag on the b*tch, put a bag on the broad
chorus: playboi carti
uh, ride in the maybach and no, i’m not ross (yeah)
i just told sosa that she is the boss (yeah)
we livin’ our life and we livin’ it large (livin’ it large)
we livin’ our life and we livin’ it large (yeah)
verse 2: a$ap rocky
i’m too hitta, that girl groove to my hits (hitta, hitta, hitta)
i’m too hip, that girl groove to my hits (hitta, hitta, hitta)
i’m too legit, that tool glued to my hip (my hip)
i’m too legit, that tool glued to my hip (my hip)
ain’t why i trill, sh*t on site, with them stills (what?)
do a love site
uh, uh (what?), slash com (what?)
all the critics of all time (what?)
they must have forgot like it’s alzheimer’s (yeah)
old timers, all kinda comments in my state of farm (what?)
then shake some dollars
it’ll break your heart, i won’t make a promise
i’m too hip, that girl groove to my hits (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m too legit, that tool glued to my hip (yeah, yeah)
move your hips, don’t kiss and tell
move your lips, who you know do it like this? (what?)
uncle luke, 2*live clique, my hood sound like jula 6
all about that mula, b*tch, that mula, b*tch
still with the sh*ts and it’s on sight with them when we see ’em (when we see ’em)
and it’s on sight with them when we see ’em (when we see ’em)
when we see ’em (see ’em)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
chorus: playboi carti
uh, ride in the maybach and no, i’m not ross (flacko, yeah, yeah)
i just told sosa that she is the boss (ah, yeah)
we livin’ our life and we livin’ it large (life and we livin’ it large)
we livin’ our life and we livin’ it large
outro:
(surf gang, b*tch)
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