Billy Marchiafava - Legend lyrics
[Billy Marchiafava - Legend lyrics]
Yo lowkey this is the greatest thing I've ever made
Tho I say that about everything I make
Cause' everything I make is amazing
Obviously
Rick Ruben, wrist movin', sauce whippin', I'm the man
Rollin' blunts in the sand, bad bitches gettin' tan
All bricks when I walk, diamonds when I talk
Lobster on my plate, brody get a job
Sauced up, purple in my cup
Don't tell me how to live, don't call me say "What's up?"
This is not yo fuckin' life, couldn't handle all this ice
All my diamonds bright yeah
All my pockets, tight
This that summer night shit
Windows down just to see the fuckin' sky shit
I'm a legend where I live so don't try shit
Rock with' it, rock with' it
Catch a vibe shit
You don't know shit
24 karats on my wrist, Bruno Mars
Bad little bitty she gon' latch on to my arms
All jokes aside I'm a rich young man
You a joke, you a lie, you a bitch young
Man
Aye
Bitch thought I told ya, got money like Oprah
My diamonds all frozen, I think I was chosen
I said I ain't boastin', we mixin' the potion
Young boy you a poser, my dad raised a soldier
Fuck your composer
Listen
You thinkin' you cute
All of the things that you buyin'
But inside you crying
You know that it sucks to be you
Flexin' on insta, but you know you nothin'
You chose to look like a fool
What can I say?
You chose to live like a fool
Tho I say that about everything I make
Cause' everything I make is amazing
Obviously
Rick Ruben, wrist movin', sauce whippin', I'm the man
Rollin' blunts in the sand, bad bitches gettin' tan
All bricks when I walk, diamonds when I talk
Lobster on my plate, brody get a job
Sauced up, purple in my cup
Don't tell me how to live, don't call me say "What's up?"
This is not yo fuckin' life, couldn't handle all this ice
All my diamonds bright yeah
All my pockets, tight
This that summer night shit
Windows down just to see the fuckin' sky shit
I'm a legend where I live so don't try shit
Rock with' it, rock with' it
Catch a vibe shit
You don't know shit
24 karats on my wrist, Bruno Mars
Bad little bitty she gon' latch on to my arms
All jokes aside I'm a rich young man
You a joke, you a lie, you a bitch young
Man
Aye
Bitch thought I told ya, got money like Oprah
My diamonds all frozen, I think I was chosen
I said I ain't boastin', we mixin' the potion
Young boy you a poser, my dad raised a soldier
Fuck your composer
Listen
You thinkin' you cute
All of the things that you buyin'
But inside you crying
You know that it sucks to be you
Flexin' on insta, but you know you nothin'
You chose to look like a fool
What can I say?
You chose to live like a fool