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young and living - lil chris & fbg duck lyrics

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[chorus: lil chris]
i dropped the top on the coupé, yeah (yeah)
now watch these lil’ b*tches get loose, yeah (yeah)
b*tch i’m on fire like a roof, yeah (yeah)
young n*gga, i got the juice, yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: lil chris]
yeah, woah
bought that lil’ hoe some chanel’s, now i’m up one
hit that lil’ b*tch from the back til’ i bust one
we pull up and hop out with ak’s like russians
i stay with my n*ggas because i do not trust none
i’m with them mob men, we stay on that gang sh*t
everybody drippin’ them hoes act like they famous
roof roof, we some dogs, but they cannot tame us
i’m from the k where sh*t can get dangerous
b*tch i’m dripping like ooze
balenciaga track.2’s
15 on a lot of shoes
n*gga we some loose screws
we ain’t ‘bouta build sh*t, but we keep a lot of tools
n*gga play with us, we gone’ put his ass on the news
nah we ain’t catch a feelin’ with these hoes, we just pick and choose
all we do is win win win, we’ll never lose
sell a lot of dope, but we tell the kids stay in school
yeah we came a long way from the block selling dog food

[pre*chorus: lil chris & fbg duck]
young n*gga livin’ (b*tch)
balenciaga drip
foreign car whippin’ (skrrr)
made ‘em pay attention
i stuck to the vision (i stuck to the code)
just shut up and listen (shhh)
now my diamonds glistenin’ (bling, blow)
now everyday it’s christmas

[chorus: lil chris & fbg duck]
i dropped the top on the coupé, yeah (yeah)
now watch these lil’ b*tches get loose, yeah (yeah)
b*tch i’m on fire like a roof (fbg sh*t)
young n*gga, i got the juice (fbg b*tch)
[verse 2: fbg duck]
b*tch you know i’m ‘finna geek on ‘em
i*i got some head, fell asleep on ‘em (sleep on ’em)
i blocked the number, she keep calling
talkin’ ‘bout money then we on it
b*tch thinks she gone’ spend the night
i told that b*tch she can’t sleep over
i only f*cked this b*tch one time
if she didn’t know, she can keep comin’

[bridge: fbg duck & lil chris]
i got some n*ggas from your booth (yeah)
i know you’re sick like the flu (flu, yeah)
i’m drippin’ sauce, ragu (ragu)
everything i say is true
don’t make me act a fool
pullin’ out her mouth, and then bust on her face and go “oops”

money

[pre*chorus: lil chris & fbg duck]
young n*gga livin’
balenciaga drip
foreign car whippin’ (skrrr)
made ‘em pay attention
i stuck to the vision (i stuck to the code)
just shut up and listen (shhh)
now my diamonds glistenin’ (bling, blow)
now everyday it’s christmas
[chorus: lil chris]
i dropped the top on the coupé, yeah (yeah)
now watch these lil’ b*tches get loose, yeah (yeah)
b*tch i’m on fire like a roof, yeah (yeah)
young n*gga, i got the juice, yeah (yeah)

- lil chris fbg duck lyrics

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