Blood red like the louboutins
If you hating better move along
And you know I'm sipping rubicon
Lights off, put the music on
And you say I can't rap
Well I guess that you were wrong
And I'm feeling like a superstar
Balling out I'm the new Lebron
And I'm feeling like a king
Muhammad Ali when I get in the ring
Do not disturb I am doing the ting
Too many girls and they want me to link
Pass to my bros like I'm playing on wing
Only the sterling will get me a ring
Pattern the motive and pull up in tints
Pass on the L and I'm taking the win
Yeh they wanna hate, that's just how it goes
With a couple ladies I don't mess with hoes
I might drop that heat and make a pile of gold
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Why they wanna hate, I will never know
I don't need no Gucci, no designer clothes
I might fall off, go from high to low
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Get back home, mums like woah, got the whole room smelling like cro
I swear that that shit ain't me, kicked man out on the house on road
On them streets, man was cold, so I had to go link up bro
Rest is history, check my phone, piece of cake I just made that dough
Oh my, oh my, oh my
How I'm living what a wonderful life
I got bitches and they come from both sides
But the way I'm living, I got no time
And I'm shaking up the scene
Plus I'm only seventeen
Drop the album, shoot a movie
Write the raps and make a beat
Undeniable feats, didn't happen in a week
If I'm keeping it a g
Didn't happen in a month, didn't happen in a year
When we were putting in work, you were playing over there
Go to church on Sunday and I'm sending prayers
For all the g's before me I be shedding tears
Yeh they wanna hate, that's just how it goes
With a couple ladies I don't mess with hoes
I might drop that heat and make a pile of gold
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Why they wanna hate, I will never know
I don't need no Gucci, no designer clothes
I might fall off, go from high to low
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Dylan Jed - How It Goes Lyrics
Dylan Jed - How It Goes Lyrics
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Blood red like the louboutins
If you hating better move along
And you know I'm sipping rubicon
Lights off, put the music on
And you say I can't rap
Well I guess that you were wrong
And I'm feeling like a superstar
Balling out I'm the new Lebron
And I'm feeling like a king
Muhammad Ali when I get in the ring
Do not disturb I am doing the ting
Too many girls and they want me to link
Pass to my bros like I'm playing on wing
Only the sterling will get me a ring
Pattern the motive and pull up in tints
Pass on the L and I'm taking the win
Yeh they wanna hate, that's just how it goes
With a couple ladies I don't mess with hoes
I might drop that heat and make a pile of gold
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Why they wanna hate, I will never know
I don't need no Gucci, no designer clothes
I might fall off, go from high to low
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Get back home, mums like woah, got the whole room smelling like cro
I swear that that shit ain't me, kicked man out on the house on road
On them streets, man was cold, so I had to go link up bro
Rest is history, check my phone, piece of cake I just made that dough
Oh my, oh my, oh my
How I'm living what a wonderful life
I got bitches and they come from both sides
But the way I'm living, I got no time
And I'm shaking up the scene
Plus I'm only seventeen
Drop the album, shoot a movie
Write the raps and make a beat
Undeniable feats, didn't happen in a week
If I'm keeping it a g
Didn't happen in a month, didn't happen in a year
When we were putting in work, you were playing over there
Go to church on Sunday and I'm sending prayers
For all the g's before me I be shedding tears
Yeh they wanna hate, that's just how it goes
With a couple ladies I don't mess with hoes
I might drop that heat and make a pile of gold
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Why they wanna hate, I will never know
I don't need no Gucci, no designer clothes
I might fall off, go from high to low
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
If you hating better move along
And you know I'm sipping rubicon
Lights off, put the music on
And you say I can't rap
Well I guess that you were wrong
And I'm feeling like a superstar
Balling out I'm the new Lebron
And I'm feeling like a king
Muhammad Ali when I get in the ring
Do not disturb I am doing the ting
Too many girls and they want me to link
Pass to my bros like I'm playing on wing
Only the sterling will get me a ring
Pattern the motive and pull up in tints
Pass on the L and I'm taking the win
Yeh they wanna hate, that's just how it goes
With a couple ladies I don't mess with hoes
I might drop that heat and make a pile of gold
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Why they wanna hate, I will never know
I don't need no Gucci, no designer clothes
I might fall off, go from high to low
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Get back home, mums like woah, got the whole room smelling like cro
I swear that that shit ain't me, kicked man out on the house on road
On them streets, man was cold, so I had to go link up bro
Rest is history, check my phone, piece of cake I just made that dough
Oh my, oh my, oh my
How I'm living what a wonderful life
I got bitches and they come from both sides
But the way I'm living, I got no time
And I'm shaking up the scene
Plus I'm only seventeen
Drop the album, shoot a movie
Write the raps and make a beat
Undeniable feats, didn't happen in a week
If I'm keeping it a g
Didn't happen in a month, didn't happen in a year
When we were putting in work, you were playing over there
Go to church on Sunday and I'm sending prayers
For all the g's before me I be shedding tears
Yeh they wanna hate, that's just how it goes
With a couple ladies I don't mess with hoes
I might drop that heat and make a pile of gold
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Why they wanna hate, I will never know
I don't need no Gucci, no designer clothes
I might fall off, go from high to low
Yeh you never know, that's just how it goes
Writer: Dylan Saulick
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