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Livin the Life

AZ

Hip-Hop/Rap

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AZ - Livin the Life
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
AZ
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Johnson
Derrick Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's wet ink, you dig? Think it's a joint Y'all get a level and all that, right? Who joint is that, who that singing that? I likes, that shit crazy Once again, back in business AZ is a whole game motherfucker In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet Bumping DeBarge through the iPod, I'm nodding to sleep My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak Don of the week, centerfold magazine style Fuck Kenneth Cole, everything is Japanese now Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed Who's on beginner mode? I see through the sheisty shit Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed Random broads come up order, few might see dick Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit Said it before, motherfuckers, yeah life's a bitch This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it Built they own fortress, living the life Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it Built they own fortress, living the life Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes Kick standing Kawasaki, cooling it off Switch hands, the sour got me, I'm cool as the frost Shower properly, smelling like a jeweler minoff It's only right like a midnight two to a Porsche Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold? The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual Circle the menu, main course pick of the day Get yours, what else for a nigga to say? This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it Built they own fortress, living the life Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it Built they own fortress, living the life Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
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