living great - lando bando & stanwill lyrics
[verse]
i got money and my b*tch bad, boy, i’m living great
left a dub up in lenox, i was trippin in the a
wasn’t thinking with his noggin, bullit hit him in the face
brodie took the [?] and hit it with an a
tripple [?] broke her neck, but this c*ck broke her back
i be riding through the city, with the glock on my lap
supercharge, brodie pulling out the lot in a [?]
chrome heart [?] but i’m not finna cap
boy, your time’s up, i can hear your time ticking
trippin in miami, blowing racks in the design district
you can keep your [?], i’m always with some dime b*tches
used to watching [?], back when i was on the [?]
now i’m scoring, passing plays around, feel like kiree irving
messy eater up in [?] i got my white t dirty
pull up in that what the f*ck, they asking mе what i be skrt*ing
need to take your baby to the e.r., it look likе he hurting
[?] pop smoke, if it’s smoke, we gon’ pop
e got b*tter fingers, catch the opps out, we gon’ drop
all these 223’s, why the f*ck would i [?]
ive a d*mn about some hoes, after i f*ck, imma block them
in a sp*ceship, rocket by my side, i could f*ck the [?]
i ain’t gotta shoot, i can pass to my [?]
new chain on the way, i keep [?]
f*ck i look like shooting up the clouds, we gon’ bust [?]
no for real, we gon’aim at his face
make his ass disappear, i’m david blane with the drac
all this chicken, all this bread, i’m raising [?]
she say she don’t suck no d*ck, i’m finna bang in her face
[?] sticks, limozeen tint what i’m peeping through
if you ain’t gang or my b*tch, i don’t wanna speak to you
yellow diamonds hanging off my neck, i look like pikachu
[?] through the ar scope, we catch him out, play peek a boo
if you see me with a [?], you know my n*ggas eating too
you know my n*ggas eat, i be blowing money up at [?]
bro ain’t got no guidance, he’ll shoot that b*tch for any reason
swear to god, i found [?]
no cap though
all these n*gggas slimey, better lock that back door
he was up on bdd, i heard [?]
if you se me with her, then she got her back broke
point a finger, all my babies in attack mode
they’ll get you
blow you like a [?], they official
everywhere i’m at, i got some pape and pistols
[?] problems, but i sware money ain’t an issue
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