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P-Lo - Alive Lyrics




Aw yeah-yeah, aw yeah-yeah
Aw yeah-yeah, ay, ay
P-lo, time to bring the bass back

Feelin' like the realest one alive (like the realest one)
Turn her to a ten straight from a nine, ay (only ten)
See me always reppin' for the Side
Shawty bad but I cannot hit it twice (gang, gang)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same (feel the same)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same

Ay, back up in this bitch again, ay (bitch)
On a roll like I'm Michelin, ay (on a roll)
Speakin' on me yeah they missed again, ay
Big M's like it's Michigan
She just wanna f*ck me in the spot I told her hol' up
Drinkin' out the bottle I don't mix it with the soda
Comin' from the place where they hyphy and they glowed up (yee!)
Back against the wall all the time, I don't fold ones (I don't fold)
Ay, I run in this bitch I'm a flashlight (I'm a flashlight)
If you see me with a girl she the bad kind
Ay, I don't need the credit I'm the cash type (cash)
I ain't got no time to show my face if the bag light (don't)
Ay, came up in this bitch to make it splash (splash, splash)
Ay, ain't about the racks it make me mad (Make me mad)
But old girl wish that she could take me back
But she tell me that I'm cold but the money made me that, ay

Feelin' like the realest one alive (like the realest one)
Turn her to a ten straight from a nine, ay (only ten)
See me always reppin' for the Side
Shawty bad but I cannot hit it twice (no you can't)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same (feel the same)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same

Ay, yeah, feelin' me for real (for real)
Where they asses at when I needed them? (Where they at?)
Ay, they was nowhere to be found
Had to get it from the ground
Now I'm the one to hold it down, ay (hold it down)
Like McCormick I'm seasoned, I run my region
Ay, worry what they sayin' that's the least end (not the least)
I'm the one who got it buzzin' like a bee sting
Two phones, but they prolly still can't reach me (no, no)
I'm the one for the job still doin' no restin' (no rest)
Talkin' like they 'bout it but that shit just like wrestlin' (shit fake)
Jesus watchin' over yeah he iced on my necklace
Walkin' with the opps that's what I can't mess with (no)

Ay, don't rock with coulda-beens (coulda-beens)
Took a freaky thing up to Sugarfish (yee!)
Uber Black car with the fully tint (skrrt, skrrt)
Ay, lately I been movin' like I couldn't miss (ay)

Feelin' like the realest one alive (like the realest one)
Turn her to a ten straight from a nine, ay (only ten)
See me always reppin' for the Side
Shawty bad but I cannot hit it twice (no you can't)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same (feel the same)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same
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Aw yeah-yeah, aw yeah-yeah
Aw yeah-yeah, ay, ay
P-lo, time to bring the bass back

Feelin' like the realest one alive (like the realest one)
Turn her to a ten straight from a nine, ay (only ten)
See me always reppin' for the Side
Shawty bad but I cannot hit it twice (gang, gang)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same (feel the same)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same

Ay, back up in this bitch again, ay (bitch)
On a roll like I'm Michelin, ay (on a roll)
Speakin' on me yeah they missed again, ay
Big M's like it's Michigan
She just wanna f*ck me in the spot I told her hol' up
Drinkin' out the bottle I don't mix it with the soda
Comin' from the place where they hyphy and they glowed up (yee!)
Back against the wall all the time, I don't fold ones (I don't fold)
Ay, I run in this bitch I'm a flashlight (I'm a flashlight)
If you see me with a girl she the bad kind
Ay, I don't need the credit I'm the cash type (cash)
I ain't got no time to show my face if the bag light (don't)
Ay, came up in this bitch to make it splash (splash, splash)
Ay, ain't about the racks it make me mad (Make me mad)
But old girl wish that she could take me back
But she tell me that I'm cold but the money made me that, ay

Feelin' like the realest one alive (like the realest one)
Turn her to a ten straight from a nine, ay (only ten)
See me always reppin' for the Side
Shawty bad but I cannot hit it twice (no you can't)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same (feel the same)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same

Ay, yeah, feelin' me for real (for real)
Where they asses at when I needed them? (Where they at?)
Ay, they was nowhere to be found
Had to get it from the ground
Now I'm the one to hold it down, ay (hold it down)
Like McCormick I'm seasoned, I run my region
Ay, worry what they sayin' that's the least end (not the least)
I'm the one who got it buzzin' like a bee sting
Two phones, but they prolly still can't reach me (no, no)
I'm the one for the job still doin' no restin' (no rest)
Talkin' like they 'bout it but that shit just like wrestlin' (shit fake)
Jesus watchin' over yeah he iced on my necklace
Walkin' with the opps that's what I can't mess with (no)

Ay, don't rock with coulda-beens (coulda-beens)
Took a freaky thing up to Sugarfish (yee!)
Uber Black car with the fully tint (skrrt, skrrt)
Ay, lately I been movin' like I couldn't miss (ay)

Feelin' like the realest one alive (like the realest one)
Turn her to a ten straight from a nine, ay (only ten)
See me always reppin' for the Side
Shawty bad but I cannot hit it twice (no you can't)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same (feel the same)
Goddamn, I'm feelin' me
And your girl feel the same, girl feel the same
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Writer: Paolo Rodriguez
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