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Livin’ (Letra)

2 Chainz

2 Chainz Part. Iamsu!

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(Verso 1)
Good head get your rent paid
Then I cut a corner like a switch blade
Bitch made nigga talking shit about her
Got a red car so I bought a red bottom
Chillin’ at the game sitting courtside
You’re looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride
Low life I’m a multi nigga fo’ life
Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie
Cut it out sold drugs out my mommas house
So for mothers day, I bought my mom a house
Chillin’ in the club standing on the couch
Nigga fuck yo couch, nigga nigga fuck yo couch!
Shoes cost more than that shit anyway
Any day, when the semi spray, better penetrate
*Brraatt* Better duck nigga!
Got a lake in my yard filled with ducks nigga!

(Refrão)
I’m just livin’ baby, and you got that right
I’m just livin’ baby, and my Jordans nice
I’m just livin’ baby, I’m just livin’
I’m just livin’ baby, I’m just livin’

(Verso 2)
Motherfuck the other side (Motherfuck the other side)
Motherfuck the other side (Motherfuck the other side)
Everything’s official my pistol’s just missin missles
As far as running game my nigga a whistle
My nigga I need your sister, oops
I don’t think that came out
Still fuck a girl with my chain out
Still do my thing with my thing out
Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming
My life, your motherfucking entertainment
Dangerous, leave you with the angels
Hit yo’ ass from all types of angels, explain this
The way I lived with a just bunch of niggas and then just me
They came close and [?]
They tried to run and I said come back
If you’re alone then they’re about to Womack
Hold that, ridin’ that Phantom down [?]
Nigga said what up pimp, where the hoes at?

(Refrão)
I’m just livin’ baby, and you got that right
I’m just livin’ baby, and my Jordans nice
I’m just livin’ baby, I’m just livin’
I’m just livin’ baby, I’m just livin’

(Verso 3 – IAmSu!)
Ride around on my side of town
you might fuck around and get peeled
I rock Mookie, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels
Nigga this ain’t a game there ain’t no competition
I knew he was a fake I got good intuition
23 and I’m still livin’
Been all around the world and it’s still Richmond
Because I’m loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil
Got me in that water, let it boil
Bitch I’m a boy, beat the beat up like Roy
Consider your bitch my employ’
Real to the core, straight up I never been fraud
And I put that on my lord
Ya’ll rap ‘bout clothes that you cannot afford
Where’s the Versace and where’s the Tom Ford?
Everything we rap ‘bout that shit be ours
This bitch a freak she should get the award

(Refrão)
I’m just livin’ baby, and you got that right
I’m just livin’ baby, and my Jordans nice
I’m just livin’ baby, I’m just livin’
I’m just livin’ baby, I’m just livin’

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Livin (Letra)

Vanilla Ice

Vanilla Ice

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause i went multi-platinum
Now i’m gonna blast em in the head till they’re dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but i’m no gimp
On the strip, cause i know how to pimp it
Now i got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brother’s didn’t like your record `cause it wasn’t hip hop hop
But this ain’t a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, i made a killin and it ain’t even a 10 – 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me

Chorus
Why is that i disperse
Why does god shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that i disperse
Why does god shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
It’s my living condition
It’s my living condition
It’s my living condition
It’s my living condition

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, i rock the ground i stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
I’m wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick

Chorus

No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me

You don’t get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man’s down
You wanna rock my bell so i broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain’t nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as i walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you – my friends

Produced by ross robinson