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burna bandz - ain't livin right lyrics
[chorus] x2
da money came dirty but dis sh-t still feel right
pray da lord with me even though i ain’t livin’ right
pray da loyalty don’t change even when da love might
glock forty-three compact call it fun-sized
watch out for twelve i ain’t talking ’bout midnight
if we want him gone he won’t make it to midnight
vvs dey hittin’ sh-t look like the sunlight
i’m at da pot and i gotta whip the work right
[verse 1]
make sure it twerk right, i’m off a perc right
my bando verified, you cannot get in
dese n-ggas cap man it’s all just an image
give her little henny she stop moving timid
glock thirty-thrity and i call it glock pippen
wipe a n-gga nose i don’t know who did it
cash out da trap man i had to go get it
just like da breeze this fifth blow off ya fitted
whole lot of rackades broke n-ggas dat way
he make da front page if he wanna act cray
i’m in the white house just like i’m stanley
monday to monday my bando active
balling so hard don’t need coaches or practice
water bustin’ out my neck like a cactus
amiri denim and givenchy my fashion
i’m drippin’ i’m slippin’ i ain’t even braggin’
walk out da trap and i’m dyin’ i’m laughin’
keep me a w-ssa bet whys gon’ pack him
she want a night in this ain’t da hampton
i got da pack and you know that i’m taxin’
he get caught he gon’ sing like tony braxton
all dis drip on my body i mix match it
i’m in traffic bl!cky on me i can’t stash it
smoking demi puff puff i ain’t p-ssin’
pull up shoot and you know it’s a basket
drop da roof but i gotta close da casket
moncler palm angels my jacket
f-ck around pull your card like we scammin’
run a game on the b-tch like madden
cheque just came in i’m dabbin’
pull up round applause b-tch we clappin’
pinky ring hittin’ like it’s jabbin’
[chorus] x2
da money came dirty but dis sh-t still feel right
pray da lord with me even though i ain’t livin’ right
pray da loyalty don’t change even when da love might
glock forty-three compact call it fun-sized
watch out for twelve i ain’t talking ’bout midnight
if we want him gone he won’t make it to midnight
vvs dey hittin’ sh-t look like the sunlight
i’m at da pot and i gotta whip the work right
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