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letra de livin - tate228

[chorus: grip]
livin’, livin’, livin’
all by myself, eh, hold on
yeah, livin’ by myself and everything a n-gga got i had to get it by myself, uh
livin’, livin’, livin’
all by myself, eh, hold on
yeah, yeah, look

[verse 1: grip]
aunt was cooking crack
fast forward to n-ggas out here pushin’ [?]
for all them days at the store when my told me “put it back”
cuzzo in the hoodie strapped
quick to pull it out like “n-gga, what the f-ck you lookin’ at?”
that n-gga ignorant, blame it on the pigment
the stick a legitimate– uhm, 5″6′
fire the b-tch off and tear a ligament
this [?] and my thoughts is who i’m living with
i hope they never clasp
the devil laughs if i turn it on myself and let it blast
so i steer my idеas out of dark places to v12 car races
and chasin’ blue bеnjies with large faces
i play to feel like [?] partakin’ a whole lotta heartbreakin’
there’s plenty fish in the sea, with me you just shark baitin’
told you h-ll would probably freeze over before we start datin’
i can’t keep my art waitin’
kept it a buck from the start of this
the artist that’s more into parties and drugs, i’m sorry my love
that’s just how i’m–
[chorus: grip & tate228]
livin’ (hah), livin’ (yeah), livin’
all by myself, eh, hold on
yeah, i’m still livin’ by myself
and everything i got i had to get it by myself
livin’, livin’, livin’ all by myself, eh, hold on
i’m still livin’ by myself
and everything i got i had to get it by myself

[verse 2: tate228]
hear n-ggas talkin’ ’bout that pressure, but i know they bluffin’ (uh-uh)
i be home alone with that .40, i’m the new macaulay culkin (i got it)
i can’t seem to sleep, fire my demons down and roll with [?] (good lord)
leanin’, but that [?] beamin’ gon’ be the call this summer (yeah)
my n-gga [?] just hit my line ([?])
he said he ’bout to whip down in a couple thousand [?] (my dawg)
and plus he grab some bottle and he double down (uh-huh)
had to get them squares out my circle
yeah, that’s a different crowd (yeah)
know way i’ll f-ck with suckers unless she on her knees with titties out (come here, baby)
i’m trippin’ out, but the [?] was like a crime i had to figure out
strategize a plan, and that path that took me a different route
now i’m poppin’ [?], peelin’ bottles and sippin’ ‘pagne
because the real ain’t never die, r.i.p to my n-gga, man
quarantine got me feelin’ like a baby, ballin’ in my crib
different [?] of brands got me spillin’ sauce, i’ma need a bib
this rap sh-t is independent, but the trap is sponsorship
spit it how i get it, hopin’ that they feel it, don’t knock me down
[chorus: tate228 & tate228]
livin’ (it’s tate, n-gga, eh), livin’, livin’
all by myself, eh, hold on
yeah, i’m still livin’ by myself
and everything i got i had to get it by myself
livin’, livin’, livin’ all by myself, eh, hold on

- tate228

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