Livin' It Up!

We livin it up
We livin it up
We livin it up
We livin it up

I think we posed to blow
One gone we just roll some mo
I'm gone be on the road
So I can heat it up
And then we coast to coast
Everywhere we supposed to go
I'm gone be on the road
So I can heat it up

My my my my
High as fuck openin the Refrigerator
Half of these niggas be close
No cigar
Can't even sit in front of my bus Rosa parks
Everybody wanna get on my ship Noah's Ark
But if you ain't gone row I'll Make this mufucka park
We swim with the sharks
Sittin in the dark
Grippin on my cock
Sippin on that boy
Ha ha
Why why
Flows will give yo brain a Massage like spa
Have Spanish bitches givin me Top like muah
And then I bust all over they top Like ahhhh
Hey don't you be confused
We linin em up tell me which One you choose
Yea we grindin it up
Split the gar we smokin fools
All my dogs go woof
Like that nigga blues clues playa

I think we posed to blow
One gone we just roll some mo
I'm gone be on the road
So I can heat it up
And then we coast to coast
Everywhere we supposed to go
I'm gone be on the road
So I can heat it up



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Roney
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