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the game - living better now lyrics

[verse 1 – detail]
two-door top off, what it gon’ cost
got my bank account, ain’t for those teases
i got a bad b-tch with a bad friend
and i think both of them hoes is belizean
yeah, birds eye, see the money from the sky
if i cannot get it off best believe i’m gon’ try
ain’t a mothaf-ckin’ tear comin’ down my eye
so i beat up on this track and make that mothaf-cka cry
my estates got gates on the hills i’m on top of ’em
girls have fun so a n-gga cyndi lauper ’em
roundin’ up the p-ssy, automatic gon’ chopper ’em
rockstar lifestyle so i stay rockin’ ’em
i’m in plain sight, money game right, p-ssy same night
livin’ like a king, it ain’t right, n-gga hang tight
grindin’ these b-tches, my dear, here’s my headlights
ground to the sky, window seat, see the world like

[hook – the notorious b.i.g. (“juicy” sample)]
however livin’ better now, livin’ better now
however livin’ better now, better, better now
however livin’ better now, livin’ better now
livin’, livin’ better now, livin’ better now
however livin’ better now, livin’ better now
however livin’ better now, better, better now
however livin’ better now, better now
drop top bm’s, i’m the man girlfriend

[verse 2 – game]
however livin’ better now, coogi sweater now
c-ck back berettas now, lay whoever down
me and detail scopin’ out females
f-ck a phone number, b-tch all we need is a e-mail
red bottoms, let them suckas pay retail
while valet the aston martin, calm the v12
boss sh-t, used to play the middleman and toss bricks
now i push it up on sunset, floss sh-t
number 4 jordans, lacoste sh-t
you on to the next n-gga, we hoppin’ off sh-t
you n-ggas talkin’ ’bout it, you ain’t never bought bricks
put a hole in one of you n-ggas, i’m on my golf sh-t
blowin’ gr-ss, yeah and the iron good
i f-ck a b-tch in my leisure, n-gga tiger woods
we spend money like it ain’t ours
the ace of spades 480, that’s eight hours

[hook]

[verse 3 – toolez]
b-tch you lookin’ at a player
every time you see a n-gga i be lookin’ dead on there
shorty with the derrier, she can’t help it but to stare
pink champagne, sh-t is lookin’ very rare
no glare but my shades on, cool greys on
harlem b-tches wanna blow, get the napalm
got the purple on deck like i’m raekwon
flyer than them all, i just didn’t have a cape on
uh, rackin’ up the sky miles
never touchdown i ain’t never see a pylon
uh, b-tch you lookin’ at a icon
step up in the club, sh-t is lookin’ like a pile-on
okay we winnin’, you n-ggas is f-ckin’ losers
standin’ on the couch and singin’, shout out to luther
n-gga we are ballin’, why you committin’ bloopers
the ‘hood call me rondo, i’m surrounded by shooters

[hook]

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