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leesta - how i live lyrics

[intro]
never felt like i was the kid
but now i got bags, ya dig?
now i got bags, ya dig?
now i got tec in my britch’ (rok on the track, yeah)
now i got lean in my p+ss, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
never felt like i was the kid
but now i got bands, ya dig?
and i see lean when i open the whole fridge
you can’t be me, you cannot live how i live
i got a strap with a beam and an extension
you f+ckin’ ’round with me, then we gon’ end it
your girl got me in her mouth like a sentence
i told her, “sit still” like we in detention

[verse]
and i got shooters with traps, we ain’t pretendin’
and i got money, got money, lil boy i’m gettin’ it
and i got her sweatin’ but she ain’t doin’ fitness
pull up in a coupe, drop top, [?]
and i’ma take your girl, but i don’t ask for permission
no b+tch could ever f+ck with my vision
bang from ’06, bet you know this
and my shooter got a cover, boy it’s gone hit, yeah
and i just poured up the tech, boy, it’s gone hit, yeah
lately i been feelin’ different, yeah
and i gave her a ten
run up on me? i would not recommend
my lil’ k!llers ain’t gon f+ck [?]
and every girl i talk to is a 10
and i get good dope, moncler coat
all my planes in boeing so i ain’t never comin’ home, no
man, i told everyone i’d succeed and i did that
big bags on me, big bags
big choppas on me, big macs
talk down, push your sh+t back
they all mad ’cause i do what i want
new coupe with the engine up front
and i just made a fortune in a month, yeah
[bridge]
i just spent some bands on some fendi
pull up in the coupe, not no [?]
i can see the galaxy
making these bands, ain’t no strategy, yeah
girls on my phone, say she’s mad at me, yeah
yeah, yeah

- leesta lyrics

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