Livin Lyrics - 2 Chainz

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 

{Brrraaatt} Better duck nigga! 

Got a lake in my yard filled with ducks nigga! 

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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' 

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 I need 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, 

Shoot yo' ass from all types of angles, explain this 

The way I lived with a just bunch of niggas and then just me 

They came close and eat yo' skeet 

They tried to run and I said come back 

If you think you're alone then they're about to Womack 

Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down on there 

Nigga said what up pimp, where the hoes at? 

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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