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artla - might not give up (remix) lyrics

[intro: a boogie wit da hoodie]
y’all just love me for my lifestyle, baby
y’all just love me for my lifestyle, uh
y’all just love me for my⁠—

[chorus: a boogie wit da hoodie]
rock star lifestyle might not give up
wake up every day next to different b+tches
i’m still thinking ’bout the times i was wit’ ya
used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
rock star lifestyle might not give up
wakin’ up next to different b+tches
nine times out of ten i probably won’t miss her
n+ggas want the juice so they movin’ like bishop
[verse 1: a boogie wit da hoodie]
eliantte got mе iced out, yeah, yeah
i ain’t nothin’ likе a rapper, i’m a artist
hundred for a show is light now, light+light
and i need my money right now, swear to god, yeah
f+ck a forty, with a knife i’m crazy
he was frontin’, left blood on the pavement
i was never that boy you should play with
that’s word to my dawgs, i’ma stay rich
i’m livin’ the good life, no complainin’ (complainin’, yeah)
p+rn stars in my backyard like the slave ship
took a blue pill, feel like i was in the matrix (matrix)
sh+t is too real, it get hard for me to fake it

[verse 2: young thug]
rock star lifestyle, rock star wife for the ride+ride
rastafari, love life
my bossin’ will be a lifetime, hey
take the rolls royce and the ferrari, b+tch, it’s time, yeah
take a spoon and fork and peel his motherf+ckin’ eyes out
i’m a real mobster, i’m a kind one
i been shinin’ out the rough, i’m a diamond
f+ck it, walk inside the club, change climate
y’all tellin’ on each other, pigs rhymin’
ain’t no scrubs ’round me, we all climbin’
ain’t no subs in the back, i got to find one
’bout to sing to her p+ssy, mariah
yellow stones in the bracelet like a sinus
give the dawgs all a ‘ghini when i signed ’em
i don’t know how to keep her, she albino
ss to a million because how the way she get on top and ride that
oh, woah, minnesota rider girl (girl)
yeah, i could color all your stones like tie+dye
get a dermal, put a stone on your side eye
’cause i done sold over a million pies, yeah, yeah
[bridge: young thug]
rock star lifestyle might not give up (woah)
taking out her hair, f+ck a pull+up
your stomach ain’t there, baby, good luck
welcome her to barbie life
rock star lifestyle might not give up (woah)
i just bought a range with the peanut b+tter guts
put some forgiatos on a pickup truck
eldorado bronco up in colorado

[chorus: a boogie wit da hoodie & young thug]
rock star lifestyle might not give up (hey, woah)
wake up every day next to different b+tches
i’m still thinking ’bout the times i was with ya
used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
rock star lifestyle might not give up
wakin’ up next to different b+tches
nine times out of ten, i probably won’t miss her
n+ggas want the juice so they movin’ like bishop

[refrain: juice wrld]
keep your eyes up, keep your eyes up, keep your eyes up, keep your eyes up
keep your guns up, keep your guns up, keep your guns up, keep your guns up
keep your funds up, keep your funds up, keep your funds up, keep your funds up
be a stunna, be a stunna, be a stunna, be a stunna
[verse 3: juice wrld]
i spent a grip on the gucci fit
i used one time, to f+ck a groupie b+tch
i’m in a fast life, i’m used to this
did i say fast life?
huh, i’ma drive the foreign like fast 5
r.i.p paul walker, drugs got me moon walkin’
if you f+ck with my money, you can catch a headshot
we don’t do no leg shots, you gon’ rob who?
i got it on me, n+gga good luck
balenciaga with the off+white, got it tucked
pretty n+gga still got a semi on me, let it bust, hey
n+gga you a ho, put you on the floor
i feel like shaquille in the pane throwin’ b+lls
19 and i got more money than your dad b+tch
layin’ down the laws on my crib, i’m your dad b+tch
you looking at my homie in the corner, that’s my savage
if you actin’ up then you gon’ catch some from his ratchet
ooh, grrah, grrah, grrah, let ’em have it
rockstar still got the gang bang tactics
you don’t gotta ride for me, no limit on my side with me
they’ll let it fly for me, they blow that .45 for me, yeah

[bridge: young thug]
rock star lifestyle might not give up
taking out her hair, f+ck a pull+up
your stomach ain’t there, baby, good luck
welcome her to barbie life
rock star lifestyle might not give up
i just bought a range with the peanut b+tter guts
put some forgiatos on a pickup truck
eldorado bronco up in colorado

[verse 4: artla]
f+f+ckin’ on your b+tch from the back, n+gga, what up?
gettin’ to this bread, n+gga can’t give up
n+ggas scared of us ’cause we might pull up
you sayin’ that you’re f+ckin’ on my ex
n+gga, why should i not give a f+ck?
’cause i’m with your main on a dinner date
then we go to f+ck on a private plane
spendin’ all the money ’cause i can’t take it to the grave
growed up with my homies but we still miss behave

[bridge: artla]
rock star lifestyle, might not give up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
shoutout my n+gga juice, shoutout my n+gga thug
shoutout my n+gga boogie wit da hoodie

[chorus: a boogie wit da hoodie with artla & ]
rock star lifestyle might not give up
wake up every day next to different b+tches
nine times out of ten i probably won’t miss her
n+ggas want the juice so they movin’ like bishop

- artla lyrics

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