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letra de lived it well - vondo [nj]

(intro)
uh look
i got prada on my eyes
i smell like ysl
aye noah what up man
from the cross roads to the high roads
let’s get it

(verse 1: vondo)
tell these mf’s they doomed he flyer than a lotus
n—-s crowd around him and salute him like the potus
hate the way we living we just doing what they showed us
spotlight that they living in evict em without notice
label him a rebel cause he turned without a cause
sh-t i’m turnt cause i’m alive and i don’t know about tomorrow
these whips lеad to beds i ain’t talking towing cars
haven’t stopped sincе we been inbound cause all we know is ball
my head in the clouds my feet over cities
sign my name on deals then i sign it on some titties
committed to what’s real, give a f-ck about a theory
all these trips around the world you would think i’m in a series
i hit it like i’m judge till it’s time for her to rise
cruising over 60 under blue jay colored skies
make them show their hand by the time you count to five
when they smell the ysl they all know that i arrived
conceited in my after life need mirrors in my mausoleum
hit up noski for the feature, broski bout to bleed em
risk our life to touch some riches, what we do for freedom
roaming with my n—-s, never fails when they call i see em
(hook)
got prada on my eyes i smell like ysl
when the day comes that i die they know i lived it well
i got prada on my eyes i smell like ysl
when the day comes that i die they know i lived it well

(verse 2: noah)
i’m from the ghetto n—a
and no geppetto shall prosper
pull strings, push start
thats the mazi not a mazda
free mozzy till its backwards fasho
i know some rappers turn actors fasho
stab your back and pass a backwood for show
everybody want the smoke until we clap at their show
sold white until it black up the soul
devils grin above my chin, racks stack so i pack up some more
i gotta have it thank the lord it’s not the ac or the blow
four door, four toes to the pedal
aftershock bop bands, heavy metal
hands filthy, n—-s k!ll me if its that real he’d k!ll me really
i think it k!ll em to sit and know that he still feel me, still
the steal tucked like jerseys
you tried to pluck i’m ky irving
i’m good in my lane i never mind swerving
but never mind just dine on divine servings
you try to make up your mind and mine certain
(hook)
got prada on my eyes i smell like ysl
when the day comes that i die they know i lived it well
i got prada on my eyes i smell like ysl
when the day comes that i die they know i lived it well

(verse 3)
look i’m in deep waters soaking
my competition croaking
got some bros who close as blood even though they been loc’in
influential, start it off without ever provoking
i was young they point their fingers, used to being chosen
i heat up they catch paranoia boy what they smoking
life done tested me more than athletes who caught for doping
look at my watch and get it done, ain’t got no time for hoping
stress me out lift my chin and get to work no time for coping
used to sit alone while i’m at home practice my signature
know one day i’m probably gon get rich off all my literature
please don’t call me twin you ain’t my bro we far from similar
life hits hard but i hit harder never wished for simpler
b-tch don’t k!ll my vibe today
go be on your job today
sip this wine and break this bread the way your momma pray
b-tches over money, wonder why it got away
i’m maintaining both of them i could never throw my shot away
(hook)
got prada on my eyes i smell like ysl
when the day comes that i die they know i lived it well
i got prada on my eyes i smell like ysl
when the day comes that i die they know i lived it well

- vondo nj

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