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how we livin' - team finesse lyrics

[verse 1: hop]
they want to see a n-gg- feel, so they gon’ set me up
but i just keep spending money, it always double up
free the real ones out the pen, i keep my prayers up
she said she wanted chanel, and i told her maybe not
i only hang with the realest, tf, we in the building
i got my glizzy in the tuck, yeah it’ll k!ll a n-gg-
i want the money, the money, and i just want the money
sh-t, i got a lot of love, but not like for the money
i got some weed rolled in the back, while i’m sippin’ act
i get them texts like “wya”, i don’t forget my strap
see, they just want a youngin’ dead because i’m getting fed
yeah, they got bread up on my head, but that ain’t in my head
yeah, a n-gg- getting fat, but that ain’t where i’m at
i’m in the lincoln getting neck, right up in the back
f-cked her on the waterbed, she open up them legs
she said, “come here and give me head”
nah b-tch, you give me head!
i put that sauce up in my drink and i fly to the moon
i’m watching news and eating shrooms right in my bedroom
p-ssy, p-ssy, that’s p-ssy for p-ssy
in the bank, i’m eating cookies while i’m counting cookies
so i pray to god i live to see another day
while my eyes roll back from smoking all that haze
rocking all black, they ask and i just tell ’em bape

[verse 2: dave wick]
is it our fault, ’cause the way that we living?
i think the government was a way just to sway our decision
they put that c-ke in my community, my brothers in prison
but if them people try to catch me, jigaboo over fences
i love this life that i’m living, ayy
’cause nothing is given, ayy
i trap with my n-gg-s, ayy
go get it, yeah every day
if my n-gg-s, they ain’t got it, then they gonna find a way
won’t trap like them other boys, ’cause i’m tryna get it, ayy

[verse 3: nyquil]
it ain’t no more trippin’, trappin’
i been sippin’, dippin’, dabbin’
rippin’ hits and rapping
hitting licks on anyone who lackin’
don’t you ever try to run up if none you mothaf-ckas packin’
attackin’, clap clap, we snappin’
we living just like a movie, and all my squad yeah we actin
got oscars up in the trap, and the golden globe’s on the dash
it’s an ocean up on the track, i stay frozen, my wrist on flash
no emotion, i’m overdosin’
got potent sh-t in the back
and we smoking o’s of the pack
we be blowing until we crash
i’m just hoping that we don’t crash
that’s his girl, yeah, but he don’t smash
i just leave that hoe in the trash, yeah yeah

- team finesse lyrics

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