Livin Large
I say, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard
Studyin' no flashcard's
Ride around in fancy cars
And you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far, Boostin' up like a shooting star
Hit him with this AR
Send him to the ER
That boy in his graveyard
He kept on claimin' he was hard
And I'm playin' Blacks Ops two
Get that perc' 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 split that game, My diamond's 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 say, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard
Studyin' no flashcard's
Ride around in fancy cars
And you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far, Boostin' up like a shooting star
Choppa it go (phew phew phew) Ohh
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
Makin' three up in a row
Shootin' through the peep hole
I ain't sellin' my soul, I'm playin' on my console
I say, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard
Studyin' no flashcard's
Ride around in fancy cars
And you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far, Boostin' up like a shooting star
Takin' off on Boulevard
Studyin' no flashcard's
Ride around in fancy cars
And you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far, Boostin' up like a shooting star
Hit him with this AR
Send him to the ER
That boy in his graveyard
He kept on claimin' he was hard
And I'm playin' Blacks Ops two
Get that perc' 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 split that game, My diamond's 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 say, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard
Studyin' no flashcard's
Ride around in fancy cars
And you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far, Boostin' up like a shooting star
Choppa it go (phew phew phew) Ohh
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
Makin' three up in a row
Shootin' through the peep hole
I ain't sellin' my soul, I'm playin' on my console
I say, hell yeah, we livin' large
Takin' off on Boulevard
Studyin' no flashcard's
Ride around in fancy cars
And you know I'm spittin' bars
This year we goin' far, Boostin' up like a shooting star
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Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
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