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Correct How I'm Living Lyrics
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[Intro] Smash Bros Ayy, hold on, ayy [Chorus] These hoes want to see how I'm livin' (Gang) Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my dick Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on) If you not in your bag, nigga, get off your dick If you not on your shit then you're trippin' (On gang) Little bro with the shits, he just bought a new stick But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah) All of my niggas be searchin' for ops in the city They move, bitch, you know they is not in the city I make a mil' like I'm Meek but I'm not up in Philly And all of my shottas come with me (Grrrrah) I'm searchin' for ops like I brought some binoculars with me The Glock got a stock and A. 50 (Bop bop) Came out the mud to the hills, ain't no stoppin' me really New Balenciaga's are fittin' (I'm on it) [Verse] Won't ever stop at the top 'til I'm drivin' a Bentley (Skrrt) Glock need a top for the titties She think she givin' me top but she toppin' the glizzy New drop real wock, not Henny (Gang, gang) Runnin' from cops on the block, bitch, you not finna get me Go slide with the mop 'til it's empty (Grrrrah) They trippin' on bro 'cause they know they not finna feel me On point, bitch, you not finna kill me These niggas pussy these niggas ain't fit for the pressure Bitch, I keep a stick for the pressure (A stick) New pocket rocket, I got it to fit in the sweater My young nigga blitz on whatever Bitch, you down bad on your dick, you better get it together Nfn shit is forever (On gang) Came out the four, there's a ho tryna stick it together Now we livin' better forever (Gang, on gang, hold on) [Chorus] These hoes want to see how I'm livin' (Gang) Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my dick Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on) If you not in your bag, nigga, get off your dick If you not on your shit then you're trippin' (On gang) Little bro with the shits, he just bought a new stick But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah) All of my niggas be searchin' for ops in the city They move, bitch, you know they is not in the city I make a mil' like I'm Meek but I'm not up in Philly And all of my shottas come with me (Grrrrah) I'm searchin' for ops like I brought some binoculars with me The Glock got a stock and A. 50 (Bop bop) Came out the mud to the hills, ain't no stoppin' me really New Balenciaga's are fittin' (I'm on it)
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