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Skrapz

Livin My Life

 

Livin My Life

(album: Skrapz Is Back Part II - 2014)


Okay, what we got here now, Skrapz?
Yeah this one's "Livin My Life" featuring J-Man and Nisha Ricke

Bam, I'm on some summertime shit
Hear me in the car, AC's in the whip
Blue flannel hanging out my pocket
Blue kicks got me looking like a crip
Rollie on my wrist got me looking like I'm rich
Be stunting in the city
Bailey came through in the droptop coupe
Keep it moving like he's Diddy
Me, I'm in the passenger, moving like I'm Biggie
Medusa on the frames
D N G T, and my pinkie finger sparkle like a glass of champagne
Come through, looking like a brick of cocaine
Bitch said she never seen a star in broad day
Catch me chilling with my niggas on the Strip in brick lane
Pumping Brick Lane with a glass of Rozé
The bitch telling me she feels wet, I'm like rain
She trying to tell man about MDMA
I said "Nah baby girl, I smoke weed, I'm okay"

I'm livin my life (I'm livin my life)
I'm livin my life (Oh)
Only God can judge me
I was born to be somebody
I'm livin my life (I'm livin my life)
I'm livin my life (I'm livin my life)
Only God can judge me (Oh)
I was born to be somebody

I come through like any time summertime come
You look frozen
Sweat the straps, a brother were joking
I'm livin my life, just trying to get a clear view
Black pack, staring at the world through my rearview
Bible and Qur'an for my niggas on the Mon'
I come, I'm back by popular demand
Fresh home, backlash Skrapz part two
Today I'm in the white, looking like a bowl of hard food (Okay)
Getting rid of weight but I ain't getting fit
Everything's clean and pressed, like I'm going gym
Summertime we stay fresh, you and your niggas stay stressed
We stay blessed and beat like it's safe sex
But we aren't rocking Harley, straight Gucci and Versace
A name J'd out but everybody in Armani
I'm kid, focusing on work like getting cully
Worried 'bout pounds still them checks niggas getting call me

I'm livin my life (I'm livin my life)
I'm livin my life (Oh)
Only God can judge me
I was born to be somebody
I'm livin my life (I'm livin my life)
I'm livin my life (I'm livin my life)
Only God can judge me (Oh)
I was born to be somebody (Oh)
Skrapz is back, part two
And that's the end of that chapter
We're moving in to Chapter Three
Grown and sexy

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?