letra de livin' how i want - ji beats
(she ain’t ever gon’ find it, that’s cuz it don’t exist)
[hook]
i be livin’ how i want
b-tch don’t ask me for nun, n-gga don’t ask me for fronts
you ain’t smoking on exotic so don’t pass me your blunt
lil b-tch looking for my heart, she going on a hunt
she ain’t ever gon’ find it, that’s cuz it don’t exist
i’m smoking on the finest weed, d-mn this sh-ts exquisite
choppa bout as tall as a midget, choppa make a n-gga fidget
can’t talk bout’ bands if you ain’t got no digits
can’t talk to hoes cuz you ain’t got no b-tches
huh, n-ggas really going out bad
b-tch keep texting me, saying she miss me, i’m like how sad
thinking you can come back with no bands, i’m like how’s that?
every time she see me i’m with a new b-tch, she having heart attacks
n-ggas rocking old season designer, that sh-ts artifacts
hе might got a good flow, but i’m spitting harder tracks
that n-gga might be signed, but just know i got hardеr tracks
all that n-gga do is lie, he need to take off that starter cap
i don’t know how he signed to that label
that n-gga really broke, he can’t even afford no cable
i’m stuck to the paper just like a f-cking staple
money counter so heavy, it almost broke the d-mn table
& i’m still riding beamers, i ain’t ever had no honda
just took a gram dab, now i’m sweating like a sauna
but i can’t get high cuz i got a high tolerance
lil b-tch said she wanna bless me, she wanna give me all her offerings
but i’m scrolling thru my options, b-tch i got a lot to pick
when you see me posing for the gram, get a lot of pics
i’m might f-ck around and take that lil b-tch out
i can’t send that n-gga in the bank, i know he’ll b-tch out
b-tch keep texting me, i know she can’t get over me
keep sending me nudes but that sh-t’s getting old to me
might’ve known me back then, but that was the older me
somehow got a text thru, this is what she told to me
she like, can we go back to the days how it was?
i’m like h-ll nah lil b-tch, that sh-t is f-cking done
she asking why’d i leave her, why i had to run
she begging me to stay with her, she wanna have my son
but i keep telling her
[hook]
i be livin’ how i want
b-tch don’t ask me for nun, n-gga don’t ask me for fronts
you ain’t smoking on exotic so don’t pass me your blunt
lil b-tch looking for my heart, she going on a hunt
she ain’t ever gon’ find it, that’s cuz it don’t exist
i’m smoking on the finest weed, d-mn this sh-ts exquisite
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