Livin Large
I said, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard, studyin' no flashcards
ride around in fancy cars, and you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far boostin' up like a shootin' star
Hit him with this A-R
Sent him to the E-R
That boy in his graveyard
He kept on claimin' he was hard
And I'm playing Black ops two
Get that perk called who's- for-who's
I don't even know that dude, So why you gotta be so rude
When I'm mad, I'm insane
Shawty know I spit that game
My diamonds water, fiji rain, he know I got long range
Shawty know I'll never change Three, four, on a chain
You ain't never put in pain to where the point you can't feel pain
I said, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard, studyin' no flashcards
ride around in fancy cars, and you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far boostin' up like a shootin' star
Choppa it go (phew phew phew) Oooh
haters keep on talkin' cause I'm in my zone
Lil' bro keep playin', hit him in his dome (fa fa fa)
Shootin' like a free throw
Scorin' like I'm D-Rose
Making three up in a row
Shooters through the peep hole
I ain't sellin' my soul, I'm playin' on my console
I said, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard, studyin' no flashcards
ride around in fancy cars, and you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far boostin' up like a shootin' star
Takin' off on Boulevard, studyin' no flashcards
ride around in fancy cars, and you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far boostin' up like a shootin' star
Hit him with this A-R
Sent him to the E-R
That boy in his graveyard
He kept on claimin' he was hard
And I'm playing Black ops two
Get that perk called who's- for-who's
I don't even know that dude, So why you gotta be so rude
When I'm mad, I'm insane
Shawty know I spit that game
My diamonds water, fiji rain, he know I got long range
Shawty know I'll never change Three, four, on a chain
You ain't never put in pain to where the point you can't feel pain
I said, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard, studyin' no flashcards
ride around in fancy cars, and you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far boostin' up like a shootin' star
Choppa it go (phew phew phew) Oooh
haters keep on talkin' cause I'm in my zone
Lil' bro keep playin', hit him in his dome (fa fa fa)
Shootin' like a free throw
Scorin' like I'm D-Rose
Making three up in a row
Shooters through the peep hole
I ain't sellin' my soul, I'm playin' on my console
I said, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard, studyin' no flashcards
ride around in fancy cars, and you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far boostin' up like a shootin' star
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Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
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