Testo Life Worth Living - Yung Bleu
Testo della canzone Life Worth Living (Yung Bleu), tratta dall'album TANTRA
You know what it is
When you hear that, "Haan"
BLEU, what up?
(Montana)
Uh
Gs up, hoes down
Bitch can't swim, she gon' drown
From the bottom, that nigga you know now
You talkin' 'bout the wave, we started the whole sound
Before I go to sleep, I pray for a billion
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin'
This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin'
They say they wanna kill him, but it's cap
They say he really livin' what he rap (ayy)
Really livin' what he rap, uh
Really livin' what he rap (real)
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin' (for real)
This fuckin' money surе make live worth livin'
I'm done bеin' humble
That bank account showin' extraordinary numbers
Comma, comma, comma, buildin' million-dollar entities
Comma, comma, comma 'til it turn to parentheses
All this fuckin' drama, we was friends, now we enemies
Niggas that I played with in park ball, little league
Shit gettin' weird, nigga blowin' up suddenly
Got it in the Louis bag only for emergencies
Knowin' that I sex you, you still actin' cordially
You ain't tell the internet nothin' out of courtesy
All these niggas young bosses, comin' up up under me
I can feel the summer breeze
The crib like Tony, resort style
I got niggas handle my shit out of the courts now
Kickin' your door down, them lawsuits easy to file
Hope you can swim, this water easy to drown (yeah)
Before I go to sleep (sleep), I pray for a billion (billion)
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin' (for real)
This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin' (real)
They say they wanna kill him, but it's cap (cap)
They say he really livin' what he rap (ayy)
Really livin' what he rap, uh
Really livin' what he rap (real)
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin' (for real)
This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin'
Montana (Montana)
Livin' what I rap, I might go down for the RICO (RICO)
Snipin', catch me with Anitta in Puerto Rico (woo)
This that Paul Wall gold grill, Mike Jones piece (uh)
It's that Kentucky John Wall with the arm sleeves (uh)
And if that head good, pay the car note
My front yard like Rozay car show (yeah)
Shorty bad, she wanna be the BM
But if I curve, she gon' screenshot the DMs (ah)
Hundred mil', diamond singles, done bein' humble (humble)
Hits every summer, whole decade, I ain't fumble (haan)
But then again, all glory to God
She gon' do it for the boy 'cause she married to the mob (mob)
Gs up (Gs up), hoes down (hoes down)
If a bitch can't swim, she gon' drown (uh-huh)
From the bottom, that nigga you know now
You talkin' 'bout the wave, we started the whole sound
Before I go to sleep (sleep), I pray for a billion (billion)
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin' (for real)
This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin' (real)
They say they wanna kill him, but it's cap (cap)
They say he really livin' what he rap (ayy)
Really livin' what he rap, uh
Really livin' what he rap (real)
These bad bitches sure make live worth livin' (for real)
This fuckin' money sure make live worth livin'
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Donny Flores, Jerry Lang Ii, Dashawn White, Jeremy Biddle, Aundrice Smith Teldrick, Hale Robert Weinacker
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