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rondoe – how i’m livin lyrics

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[instrumental]

[verse 1]
like ben frank, all my life i been a hundred
like bruce jenner n+gga you always been a woman
you broke ass n+ggas can’t get no bread
you too busy worrin’ bout what another n+gga sayin’
me, myself, and i, that’s the crew
n+ggas don’t f+ck with me, na i don’t f+ck wit you
when it come to my family n+gga i won’t play tho’
i get real money ya’ll get play+doe
cuz ya’ll think its a game, ya’ll too playful
i’ll cut a n+gga lights out, disconnect his cable
let this 40 pop and give a n+gga a facial
i’m a known shooter, n+gga we been had dracos
cutty where i’m from they call me reggie miller
cuz i pull up anywhere and stop and pop n+ggas
walk right up on him and serve you likе a waiter
n+ggas can’t f+ck wit me, ya’ll ain’t playin’ wit enough papеr

[chorus]
i got these b+tch n+ggas so jealous
probably cuz i touch more money than bank tellers
i stunt on these n+ggas to show ’em how i’m livin’
pull up with something foreign, in something foreign with no ceiling
gasin’ and breakin’, all in front of the club
with no tent on this motherf+cker, they know what’s up
i got these b+tch n+ggas so jealous
probably cuz i touch more money than bank tellers

[verse 2]
hoe ass n+ggas probably talking behind my back
when ya talk, talk bout how i’m gettin’ to that bag
breaking down that d, throwing no look passes
really bout that life, my n+ggas is active
i f+ck stacy dashes, you know i keep it mac’n
get my d+ck sucked, without me asking
boy i keep a tool that’ll tighten a n+gga up
i’ll f+ck a n+gga off, n+gga go on and play dumb
i’m in the game you on the sideline with pom+poms
i run with choppers that fold out like futons
you get croutons, n+gga i get loaves of bread
keep it 100, that’s why you n+ggas mad
i get it fast, keep no less than a band on me
you snort a lil coke so now you think you tony
respect my gangsta, watch how you pull up on me
ask somebody, they gone tell you, boy he keep it on him

[chorus]
i got these b+tch n+ggas so jealous
probably cuz i touch more money than bank tellers
i stunt on these n+ggas to show ’em how i’m livin’
pull up with something foreign, in something foreign with no ceiling
gasin’ and breakin’, all in front of the club
with no tent on this motherf+cker, they know what’s up
i got these b+tch n+ggas so jealous
probably cuz i touch more money than bank tellers



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