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co cash - how i'm livin' lyrics

[hook]
you should witness
how im livin
plenty commas
run on sentence
b-tch im bold
never timid
jewelry froze
b-tch im frigid
most these n-ggas, unauthentic
sendin disses, come up missin
grab the pistol, put the clip in
catch em slippin, leave no witness
pretty b-tches, blow me kisses
buy you what? b-tch you trippin
keep these n-ggas, out my business
phone jumpin, like a cricket
if i want it, gotta get it
these balenci’s b-tch im drippin
you dont want her? know the ticket
i admit it, im addicted
how i’m livin’

[verse 1]
wake up early in the morning
jump foot, shoppin in a foreign
all these bad b-tches adoring
left her n-gga cuz he boring
she want a n-gga with cake
she want a n-gga that make sure she straight
she want a n-gga to f-ck on her face
she want a n-gga that pull up in wraiths
these n-ggas hate so i keep me a glizzy
hit em with 6, im feelin like drizzy
i want my bag, give me nothin but fifties
walked in the jeweler walked out that b-tch litty
bad b-tch with me said she wanna get busy
big p on my hat they think im reppin philly
callin me broke boy you gotta be silly
racks in my pocket, big co took yo b-tch
i got a bag i feel like that n-gga
take that shirt back mane that sh-t artificial
i got my stripes and im clean as a whistle
thats why they label a n-gga official
if that b-tch bad then i got her bitter
i got her hooked, i feel like a fisher
im on one knee with a ring im proposing
i told my cash lets make it official

[verse 2]
when you speaking on big money you gotta mention
i got my soldiers with me at attention
i keep that stick on me like i was fencing
rope on my neck like im part of a lynching
i got a thang for yo lil bitty mrs
f-ck from the back while im pullin ha inches
i know that car that you driving is rented
you tried to stunt but that sh-t wudnt convincing
louie v slides a thousand a pair
got so much sh-t i dont know what to wear
i spend this sh-t like i dont give a care
i had to wake em up make em aware
yeezy my clothes
no mine not all tears
they hate that my name get hotter than their’s
in miami smokin dope on a terrace
when i get my p-ssport i’m goin to paris
mad cuz i’m winning
while you in yo feelins’
i get on beats and portray how i’m livin’
and thats no flodgin
i ain’t with the ??
if i ain’t got it b-tch i’m bout to get it
you sent a shot but the bullet i bit it
they musta sent the wrong one on a mission
i just went bought me some brand new givenchy
i got an addiction i gotta admit

- co cash lyrics

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