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letra de how ya livin' - danpagne

[intro]
this that cl-ssic sh-t
only cl-ssic sh-t

[verse 1: danpagne]
how ya livin?
got some ray-bans on, i see it so vivid
i see a bad b-tch, i know she with it
it ain’t a surprise, cuz that sh-t is a given
it ain’t a surprise, i ain’t wrapped with a ribbon
she just compared me to you like, you kiddin?
if i got it, i spend it
hoes want you for your money, difference ‘tween hoes and women
yo i cut down some pounds, so, designer clothes i fit in
and i don’t f-ck wit no hoes, might affect the dough i’m gettin
and this tape is to let you know i’m sh-ttin
on the compet-tion, i don’t know who as cold as the kid been
sh-t, we’d all be nothing without curren$y like jet life
money ain’t everything, man, that ain’t the best lie
i wanna do what i wanna do and get by
if you gon’ get it, get it now, might not be a next time
drop that lame and come f-ck with moi
and if you ain’t ever risk sh-t, that’s why i can’t f-ck with y’all
all this money on clothes till i get a pair of wings
and get enough money to be like “mom, i’ll take care of things”
your parents probably thought i was bad news
and back then, i thought that sh-t was mad cool
but that ain’t make me no money, so i guess i was a d-mn fool
but things changed i came up and now i got a hand full
i’m on west broadway and spring street
aka money ain’t a thing street
nah, i’m playing, i blew that sh-t quickly
but one day, i plan to roll through in a 6 speed
i, never settle for less
and i’m, dealing better with stress
i got my money right, but nevertheless
i got good people around me, ain’t no one better than them
i’m gonna come in, hit a l!ck on the industry
hip-hop been dead, the radio put it out it’s misery
it’s seems like, no one likes to do their sh-t originally
i’m not tryna see another video in the city please
i don’t ever front and act like i’m on
but the way i rhyme, some would say its a time bomb
so many people i tried to get on my song
i’m ashamed cuz now i hear your sh-t, i laugh or might yawn
i sip it straight from the bottle, i don’t pour a cup
to sip from this, she don’t gotta be a dime she gotta be a quarter bruh
i got my sh-t together, now people wish we were more in touch
i swear you ain’t see nothing yet, i’m just warming up

- danpagne

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