Dead man but i'm living
These racks imma get it
Work hard while they bitching yahh
They should stick to the snitching
Young blood but a legend
Young blood but a legend
Yeah i'm young black and gifted
Yeah i'm young black and gifted
Man is dazed so throw it to the floor
Hit from back how you want
Recording you while you moaning
Then put it all in my songs
But after that i gotta go
Come back when it's possible
Keep the coochie tight while i get this dough
Girl don't really stress know that i'm with you
I know you can't wait to ride my pinnochio yeah
I guarantee your best life
Ma shit is a whole vibe
Trippy laps in your thighs
We f*ck up to some ocean
Elevate like a kite and land on me in motion
Baby girl you soo gold
You deserve to be living
You deserve to be living
So these racks imma get it
These racks imma get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
You know i gotta get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
Chock
I could be selfish as f*ck
People want me for my head
Bitches want me for my buck
That shit can f*ck with your head
Miss me with the lows I'm a rock
Miss me with the tweets I go duck
Who's filling my shoe with no sock heh
This shit is magical abracadabra I snap
And it's coffins and pews, its a wrap
Trust the boy imma get it and that
Pussy wetter than seafood and that
Cozy
Keep it on a low how you know me
Show you off that's a ting issa trophy
Girl I got you, my mom and my homies
You deserve to be living
You deserve to be living
So these racks imma get it
These racks imma get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
You know i gotta get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
I bring the bomb
Boom
F*ck I'm the bomb, I make it look like it's voodoo
Twenty candles for the seance chork, fools
Don't tell me shit that you can't do
Elevated, see the signs
F*ck around and catch a dead body
Baby I can read your mind
We can get it kicking in the lobby
Fear not for real
I need that confidence
Show me the bill
Or nigga I'm outta here
I like my liquor spiritual
I wake and bake like it's ritual
Yin and yang
Yin and yang
Yin and yang eh
Killing every mothaf*cka coming my way
Badder man skinny nigga minding my biz
Miss me with your problems
Jeff Ottis - Living (feat. Questo & Zotto) Lyrics
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Dead man but i'm living
These racks imma get it
Work hard while they bitching yahh
They should stick to the snitching
Young blood but a legend
Young blood but a legend
Yeah i'm young black and gifted
Yeah i'm young black and gifted
Man is dazed so throw it to the floor
Hit from back how you want
Recording you while you moaning
Then put it all in my songs
But after that i gotta go
Come back when it's possible
Keep the coochie tight while i get this dough
Girl don't really stress know that i'm with you
I know you can't wait to ride my pinnochio yeah
I guarantee your best life
Ma shit is a whole vibe
Trippy laps in your thighs
We f*ck up to some ocean
Elevate like a kite and land on me in motion
Baby girl you soo gold
You deserve to be living
You deserve to be living
So these racks imma get it
These racks imma get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
You know i gotta get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
Chock
I could be selfish as f*ck
People want me for my head
Bitches want me for my buck
That shit can f*ck with your head
Miss me with the lows I'm a rock
Miss me with the tweets I go duck
Who's filling my shoe with no sock heh
This shit is magical abracadabra I snap
And it's coffins and pews, its a wrap
Trust the boy imma get it and that
Pussy wetter than seafood and that
Cozy
Keep it on a low how you know me
Show you off that's a ting issa trophy
Girl I got you, my mom and my homies
You deserve to be living
You deserve to be living
So these racks imma get it
These racks imma get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
You know i gotta get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
I bring the bomb
Boom
F*ck I'm the bomb, I make it look like it's voodoo
Twenty candles for the seance chork, fools
Don't tell me shit that you can't do
Elevated, see the signs
F*ck around and catch a dead body
Baby I can read your mind
We can get it kicking in the lobby
Fear not for real
I need that confidence
Show me the bill
Or nigga I'm outta here
I like my liquor spiritual
I wake and bake like it's ritual
Yin and yang
Yin and yang
Yin and yang eh
Killing every mothaf*cka coming my way
Badder man skinny nigga minding my biz
Miss me with your problems
These racks imma get it
Work hard while they bitching yahh
They should stick to the snitching
Young blood but a legend
Young blood but a legend
Yeah i'm young black and gifted
Yeah i'm young black and gifted
Man is dazed so throw it to the floor
Hit from back how you want
Recording you while you moaning
Then put it all in my songs
But after that i gotta go
Come back when it's possible
Keep the coochie tight while i get this dough
Girl don't really stress know that i'm with you
I know you can't wait to ride my pinnochio yeah
I guarantee your best life
Ma shit is a whole vibe
Trippy laps in your thighs
We f*ck up to some ocean
Elevate like a kite and land on me in motion
Baby girl you soo gold
You deserve to be living
You deserve to be living
So these racks imma get it
These racks imma get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
You know i gotta get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
Chock
I could be selfish as f*ck
People want me for my head
Bitches want me for my buck
That shit can f*ck with your head
Miss me with the lows I'm a rock
Miss me with the tweets I go duck
Who's filling my shoe with no sock heh
This shit is magical abracadabra I snap
And it's coffins and pews, its a wrap
Trust the boy imma get it and that
Pussy wetter than seafood and that
Cozy
Keep it on a low how you know me
Show you off that's a ting issa trophy
Girl I got you, my mom and my homies
You deserve to be living
You deserve to be living
So these racks imma get it
These racks imma get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
You know i gotta get it
Yeah you know i gotta get it
I bring the bomb
Boom
F*ck I'm the bomb, I make it look like it's voodoo
Twenty candles for the seance chork, fools
Don't tell me shit that you can't do
Elevated, see the signs
F*ck around and catch a dead body
Baby I can read your mind
We can get it kicking in the lobby
Fear not for real
I need that confidence
Show me the bill
Or nigga I'm outta here
I like my liquor spiritual
I wake and bake like it's ritual
Yin and yang
Yin and yang
Yin and yang eh
Killing every mothaf*cka coming my way
Badder man skinny nigga minding my biz
Miss me with your problems
Writer: Albert Ahiankonu, Eric Yankey, Jeffery Ottis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid