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Livin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Rude-α
Length: 2:44
Written by: John Walker




Rude-α - Livin' Lyrics
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Aye!
Aye!
Shoutout to the hood, I wanna thank you (600 nigga)
Ain't nothing in the hood that I ain't do (Believe DAT)
Pour out for the homies, smoke a j or two (R-I-P)
Never say you can't make a way fool
Too much money out here, better chase it
Too many women to be trippin', jus replace'em
See first you get your grind, then you flex
Only thing on my mind, get a check
If that bitch ain't a dime hit reject
Name a time I was lying, can't reflect
They wanna see me dead, many men
They still trippin', boy we taking trips again
Vacating, they still hating
Pull up 2K's, no PlayStation
But Imma sip something, roll me up a good j
Bumpin' Hold up 3, can I have a good day
Aye, better live yo life
Like you 'pose to
This ain't a game, don't let nobody coach you
And keep it real, never change, that's what hoes do
Pop some champagne, have a toast like f*ck what you goin thru
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
Aye, you know I be where that paper at
Make them haters mad
Fast car, NASCAR with the paper tags
She with her MCM, so I bought bae a bag
Big enough to hold the beam
Don't make me play laser tag
I got these bammas mad, mugging huh
They see us eating, yea we grubbing huh
Aye, well it's a lot more where that came from
Nigga started from the -, you know where we came from
Aye lil J, big R.U.D.E., still the same one
These niggas remind me of a pitcher how they change up
But chase that paper get ya change up
No matter how much we make, don't never ever let it change us
Aye
Yeah, put on that on myself nigga
Pull them bands out, they got they hands out like I'm suppose to help niggas
Play the hand that I'm dealt nigga
I could pull these bammas card, but see I'd rather help niggas
You better live yo life
Like you 'pose to
This ain't a game, don't let nobody coach you
And keep it real, never change, that's what hoes do
Pop some champagne, have a toast like f*ck what you goin thru
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
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Aye!
Aye!
Shoutout to the hood, I wanna thank you (600 nigga)
Ain't nothing in the hood that I ain't do (Believe DAT)
Pour out for the homies, smoke a j or two (R-I-P)
Never say you can't make a way fool
Too much money out here, better chase it
Too many women to be trippin', jus replace'em
See first you get your grind, then you flex
Only thing on my mind, get a check
If that bitch ain't a dime hit reject
Name a time I was lying, can't reflect
They wanna see me dead, many men
They still trippin', boy we taking trips again
Vacating, they still hating
Pull up 2K's, no PlayStation
But Imma sip something, roll me up a good j
Bumpin' Hold up 3, can I have a good day
Aye, better live yo life
Like you 'pose to
This ain't a game, don't let nobody coach you
And keep it real, never change, that's what hoes do
Pop some champagne, have a toast like f*ck what you goin thru
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
Aye, you know I be where that paper at
Make them haters mad
Fast car, NASCAR with the paper tags
She with her MCM, so I bought bae a bag
Big enough to hold the beam
Don't make me play laser tag
I got these bammas mad, mugging huh
They see us eating, yea we grubbing huh
Aye, well it's a lot more where that came from
Nigga started from the -, you know where we came from
Aye lil J, big R.U.D.E., still the same one
These niggas remind me of a pitcher how they change up
But chase that paper get ya change up
No matter how much we make, don't never ever let it change us
Aye
Yeah, put on that on myself nigga
Pull them bands out, they got they hands out like I'm suppose to help niggas
Play the hand that I'm dealt nigga
I could pull these bammas card, but see I'd rather help niggas
You better live yo life
Like you 'pose to
This ain't a game, don't let nobody coach you
And keep it real, never change, that's what hoes do
Pop some champagne, have a toast like f*ck what you goin thru
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
Sip something
Smoke something
F*ck bitches
Get money
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Writer: John Walker
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