How I'm Livin'歌词
作词 : Ellis Macrae/Peter Gogola/Javarri Walker/Andrej Marko
作曲 : Ellis Macrae/Peter Gogola/Javarri Walker/Andrej Marko
(Okay Mizzy, this the one right here)
Yeah, the sky is the limit what I'm aimin' for
Ain't no time to be chillin', what you waitin' for?
On your grind, it ain't really no such thing as love
You should be proud that you winnin', what you hatin' for?
They like, "Hotboii, why you won't explain to them?" They won't listen
I feel like you changin' up, you so different
I hate doin' my thing, but, look, you don't get it
I can't even complain for real, look how I'm livin'
Bentley car livin', this the suburbs
But, where I come from, you roll with me at the concert
you better have yo' glizzy, I get
you better have yo' glizzy, I get
He want all the smoke, we do deliveries, yeah
Remember I was broke, they wasn't feelin' me, yeah (Oh, they wasn't feelin' me)
If I was dead broke, they won't remember me, yeah
Sippin' BelAir 'cause it make me feel the beat more
Slow down on the Percs 'cause it was killin' me slow
Holy, I go where I want
Two Glocks, four Glocks, shoot like Kobe
I ain't even did nothin' wrong
Police harassin' me, provokin' me
Me, tellin' me to free when I bleed
Told me not to leave when I'm leave
I ain't even Zoe but I'm runnin' with these Zs for a reason
Yeah, the sky is the limit what I'm aimin' for
Ain't no time to be chillin', what you waitin' for?
On your grind, it ain't really no such thing as love
You should be proud that you winnin', what you hatin' for?
They like, "Hotboii, why you won't explain to them?" They won't listen
I feel like you changin' up, you so different
I hate doin' my thing, but, look, you don't get it
I can't even complain for real, look how I'm livin'
Hot Kut Da Fan On
Hot Kut Da Fan On
Hot Kut Da Fan On
Later, Double O lil' baby
Lovin' on no lady
Yeah, you ****in' crazy
Double O lil' baby
Hot Kut Da Fan On
作曲 : Ellis Macrae/Peter Gogola/Javarri Walker/Andrej Marko
(Okay Mizzy, this the one right here)
Yeah, the sky is the limit what I'm aimin' for
Ain't no time to be chillin', what you waitin' for?
On your grind, it ain't really no such thing as love
You should be proud that you winnin', what you hatin' for?
They like, "Hotboii, why you won't explain to them?" They won't listen
I feel like you changin' up, you so different
I hate doin' my thing, but, look, you don't get it
I can't even complain for real, look how I'm livin'
Bentley car livin', this the suburbs
But, where I come from, you roll with me at the concert
you better have yo' glizzy, I get
you better have yo' glizzy, I get
He want all the smoke, we do deliveries, yeah
Remember I was broke, they wasn't feelin' me, yeah (Oh, they wasn't feelin' me)
If I was dead broke, they won't remember me, yeah
Sippin' BelAir 'cause it make me feel the beat more
Slow down on the Percs 'cause it was killin' me slow
Holy, I go where I want
Two Glocks, four Glocks, shoot like Kobe
I ain't even did nothin' wrong
Police harassin' me, provokin' me
Me, tellin' me to free when I bleed
Told me not to leave when I'm leave
I ain't even Zoe but I'm runnin' with these Zs for a reason
Yeah, the sky is the limit what I'm aimin' for
Ain't no time to be chillin', what you waitin' for?
On your grind, it ain't really no such thing as love
You should be proud that you winnin', what you hatin' for?
They like, "Hotboii, why you won't explain to them?" They won't listen
I feel like you changin' up, you so different
I hate doin' my thing, but, look, you don't get it
I can't even complain for real, look how I'm livin'
Hot Kut Da Fan On
Hot Kut Da Fan On
Hot Kut Da Fan On
Later, Double O lil' baby
Lovin' on no lady
Yeah, you ****in' crazy
Double O lil' baby
Hot Kut Da Fan On
