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Correct Ain't Livin Right Lyrics
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Future & Juice WRLD
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Correct Ain't Livin Right
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[Intro: Future] I need therapy, I'm going to retail today and spend thousands, ayy I'm gonna get my head clouded on whatever memory I'm feelin' today (Ayy) (I'm not goin' anywhere Nico) [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future] Put away every problem (Tryna put away my problem) I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, gotta cop 'em) I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Oh) [Verse 1: Gunna] I ain't livin' right (Nah) We from different sides (Sides) I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind) I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (Mob ties) Never sober, I always be high (High) I be most likely bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine) Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride) You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (Go hide) I just mixed the Ciroc and some red Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (Hard to decide) Hit my niece, then I talk to the don (Talk to the don) Got a new Bentley, seat can massage (Massage) In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (Alright) On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (Long flights) Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one night To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living right [Chorus: Juice WRLD] And they put away my problems I don't sell drugs, I cop em' I be living life all wrong I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh) [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Forgiatos spinnin' They look like my diamonds Bitch my Glock got a twin Man thats two times I'm on two perks again Something don't feel right But this shit real right, slatt This shit real right? uh This that pure white crack Yo momma need that Lord knows she needed then nickle blows to function This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it Roll some tree in it Fuck a freak in it I'm a do me in it Timid, all these niggas timid, uh All these niggas pussy Codeine in my sippy cup I chug it, don't sip a lot Your bitch on my dick a lot I guess that's not your bitch, uh Funny, laughing to the bank, and it's, funny Perky in my brain I'm a junkie I'm, not a, dummy Lotta cash, I'm a dummy I'm a, spaz Chopper leave your ass in the quick past Everyday I dash to the quick cash I get that Gun on my hip, I can't risk that Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back [Chorus: Juice WRLD] And they put away my problems I don't sell drugs, I cop em' I be living life all wrong I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh) [Outro: Future] Tryna put away my problems I got drugs, can I cop em? I've been livin' life wrong (yeah) I've ain't livin' right at all
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