Burna Bandz - Ain't Livin Right lyrics

[Burna Bandz - Ain't Livin Right lyrics]

Bah, lah uh, uh, uh
(Woo)

The money came dirty
But this shit still feel right
Pray the Lord with me even though I
Ain't livin' right
Pray the loyalty don't change even
When the love might
Glock 43, compact, call it, "Fun-sized"
Watch out for twelve
I ain't talkin' 'bout midnight
If we want him gone
He won't make it to midnight
VV's they hittin'
Shit look like the sunlight i'm at the pot
And I gotta whip the work right
The money came dirty
But this shit still feel right
Pray the Lord with me even
Though I ain't livin' right
Pray the loyalty don't change even
When the love might
Glock 43, compact, call it, "Fun-sized"
Watch out for twelve
I ain't talkin' 'bout midnight
If we want him gone
He won't make it to midnight
VV's they hittin'
Shit look like the sunlight i'm at the pot
And I gotta whip the work right

Make sure it twerk right, I'm off a Perc
Right my bando verified, you cannot get in
These niggas cap, man, it's all just a image
Gave her a little Henny
She stop moving timid
Glock 33, and I call the Glock, "Pippen"
Wipe a nigga nose, I don't know who did it
Cash out the trap, man, I had to go get it
Just like the breeze
This fifth blow off your fitted
Whole lotta rackades, broke niggas, that way
He make the front page if he wanna act cray
I'm in the White House just like I'm Stanley
Monday to Monday, my bando active
Ballin' so hard
Don't need coaches or practice
Water bustin' out my neck like a cactus
Amiri denim, and Givenchy, my fashion
I'm drippin', I'm slippin'
I ain't even braggin'
Walk out the trap, and I'm dyin' of laughin'
Keep me a Wassa, bet Why-S gon' pack him
She want a night in, this ain't the Hampton
I got the pack, and you know that I'm taxin'
He get caught, he gon' sing like Tony Braxton
All this drip on my body, I mix match it
I'm in traffic, blick on me, can't stash it
Smoking deadmi', puff-puff, I ain't passin'
Pull up, shoot, and you know it's a basket
Drop the roof, but I gotta close the casket
Moncler, Palm Angels, my jacket
Fuck around, pull your card like we scammin'
Run the game on a bitch like Madden
Cheque just came in, I'm dabbin'
Pull up, round of applause, bitch
We clappin'
Pinky ring hittin' like it's jabbin'

The money came dirty
But this shit still feel right
Pray the Lord with me even
Though I ain't livin' right
Pray the loyalty don't change even
When the love might
Glock 43, compact, call it, "Fun-sized"
Watch out for twelve
I ain't talkin' 'bout midnight
If we want him gone
He won't make it to midnight
VV's they hittin'
Shit look like the sunlight i'm at the pot
And I gotta whip the work right
The money came dirty
But this shit still feel right
Pray the Lord with me even
Though I ain't livin' right
Pray the loyalty don't change even
When the love might
Glock 43, compact, call it, "Fun-sized"
Watch out for twelve
I ain't talkin' 'bout midnight
If we want him gone
He won't make it to midnight
VV's they hittin'
Shit look like the sunlight i'm at the pot
And I gotta whip the work right

The money came dirty
But this shit still feel right
Pray the loyalty don't change even
When the love might watch out for twelve
I ain't talkin' 'bout midnight
If we want him gone
He won't make it to midnight
VV's they hittin'
Shit look like the sunlight i'm at the pot
And I gotta whip the work right

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