Paroles de la chanson Live It Up par Rio Da Yung OG
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Boyz shit, nigga, you know what's goin' on
I ain't doin' shit, man
I'm just tryna stack this paper to the ceiling and live it up, my nigga
Ayy, I'm tryna live it up
Record label sent a contract, I ripped it up
Open up a pint, drop a six, this shit thick as fuck
I'll slap fire on my granny if she spill my cup
This lil' rap bitch keep beggin' me to hit the Runtz
I'm rollin' three-five 'Woods, actin' stiff as fuck
Put my dickhead in her mouth, then licked the blunt
I ain't doin' shit, man
I'm just tryna stack this paper to the ceiling and live it up, my nigga
Ayy, I'm tryna live it up
Record label sent a contract, I ripped it up
Open up a pint, drop a six, this shit thick as fuck
I'll slap fire on my granny if she spill my cup
This lil' rap bitch keep beggin' me to hit the Runtz
I'm rollin' three-five 'Woods, actin' stiff as fuck
Put my dickhead in her mouth, then licked the blunt
Bust a fat nut down her throat, then hit my cup
Bitch, I'm drinkin' bar national
One-hand the drink for twenty minutes, got my arm crampin'
I prefer red more than the Actavis, that part nasty
I'm tryna live my best life, I had a hard past
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
Bitch, I'm drinkin' bar national
One-hand the drink for twenty minutes, got my arm crampin'
I prefer red more than the Actavis, that part nasty
I'm tryna live my best life, I had a hard past
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up
Long nights sittin' in that spot finally paid off
The first Dumb and Dumb3r went crazy, I gotta thank Dolph
Yes, I ran off on the plug, but he got paid off
I ain't got no work no more, bro, I got laid off
Hit a nigga in his top and knock his braids off
K'll leave a nigga bald-head, knock his fade off
If I catch my bitch cheatin', I'm cuttin' the game off
Run up on a nigga and politely take his chain off
This bitch mine now, you gotta pay to get it back
Still talk my shit even if the beat laid back
Pop a nigga, cut the Starz on, then I lay back
Bro ain't leave with the dope, but he can bring the 'caine back
Long nights sittin' in that spot finally paid off
The first Dumb and Dumb3r went crazy, I gotta thank Dolph
Yes, I ran off on the plug, but he got paid off
I ain't got no work no more, bro, I got laid off
Hit a nigga in his top and knock his braids off
K'll leave a nigga bald-head, knock his fade off
If I catch my bitch cheatin', I'm cuttin' the game off
Run up on a nigga and politely take his chain off
This bitch mine now, you gotta pay to get it back
Still talk my shit even if the beat laid back
Pop a nigga, cut the Starz on, then I lay back
Bro ain't leave with the dope, but he can bring the 'caine back
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up
I'm tryna live life, they tryna put me in a box
The streets fell in love with my style 'cause it's unorthodox
My head fucked up, I almost walked in court with Glock
Woke up, made five, and drunk a pint before four o'clock
I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up
I'm tryna live life, they tryna put me in a box
The streets fell in love with my style 'cause it's unorthodox
My head fucked up, I almost walked in court with Glock
Woke up, made five, and drunk a pint before four o'clock
Them long nights in that spot finally payin' me
Strobe light on the chop, shit, I can't even see
'Member bein' broke, I couldn't even get from A to B
Cappin' when you rappin', all that shit you sayin' make-believe
Ridin' down the strip in an S550
You see me with an opp, just shoot the car up, let him die with me
Used to drive a minivan, now I can drive Bentleys
We was broke as fuck, my nigga, couldn't even divide a penny
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Strobe light on the chop, shit, I can't even see
'Member bein' broke, I couldn't even get from A to B
Cappin' when you rappin', all that shit you sayin' make-believe
Ridin' down the strip in an S550
You see me with an opp, just shoot the car up, let him die with me
Used to drive a minivan, now I can drive Bentleys
We was broke as fuck, my nigga, couldn't even divide a penny
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up
Hit a nigga in his thigh and fuck his ceiling up
Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up
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