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Yungeen Ace - Life Im Livin Lyrics

Fuck that
Niggas talkin' 'bout I'ma die by the end of the week, well they got me fucked up
You got me fucked up, you think I'm fakin' out here
Fuck, I'ma spin on all these niggas blocks
Fuck, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Hop out that car with them cutters
We droppin' them opps for real
Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin'
We livin' this life for real
Run down, shoot him broad day
We killin' on sight for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Hop out that car with them cutters
We droppin' them opps for real
Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin'
We livin' this life for real
Run down, shoot him broad day
We killin' on sight for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Dead niggas, we dropped for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real (come here, come here)
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Dead niggas, we dropped for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spin on your block with three hundred shots
23 got a Glock with fifty shots
See an opp in public, then we shoot it out
Then post on the block, we gon' clear it out
Run down, stand over him
Look him up in his eye, empty the Glock on him, ayy
Run down, stand over him
Look him up in his eye, empty the Glock on him, ayy
Spazz, been drivin', I bet he won't crash
Pulled up, shot his ass, hit the dash
You thinkin' I'm pussy, your life can get tooken
I creep through the night, no bitch, I ain't no rookie
I'm all in, you ain't takin' nothin'
Tryna test me, I'ma show you somethin'
Draco on me got a hundred rounds
In front of your mama, I'ma gun you down
Don't spare me, I ain't sparin' you
I'ma show your ass what this Glock do
Don't spare me, I ain't sparin' you
I'ma show your ass what this Glock do
Catch him in traffic and put it on him
I don't need no gang, spin by my lonely
Come here nigga
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Hop out that car with them cutters
We droppin' them opps for real
Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin'
We livin' this life for real
Run down, shoot him broad day
We killin' on sight for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Hop out that car with them cutters
We droppin' them opps for real
Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin'
We livin' this life for real
Run down, shoot him broad day
We killin' on sight for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Dead niggas, we dropped for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real (come here, come here)
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Dead niggas, we dropped for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
The other side said it's beef, so you know it's bodies droppin'
Call me Mr. Spin-a-Bend, known to spin again and again
I don't give a fuck how you feel, I don't give a fuck how you take it
Keep it on me, be damned if I let a nigga take me (can't let a nigga take me)
Reach for my chain, I ain't goin' for it
Empty the clip, reload it again, get to blowin' more and more
These niggas be hidin', I go and find 'em like Dora the Explorer
Come here, no it ain't no runnin'
Shots fired gon' put him under
We bring the heat, soundin' like a thunder
My bros tried to kill me, made me wonder
No, I ain't blind, no Stevie Wonder
Peep all the fake shit, fuck a vest, we shoot faces
No faces beat cases
Run down while he runnin' off to the races
762 the reason why there's dead niggas in they places
We face shit
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Hop out that car with them cutters
We droppin' them opps for real
Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin'
We livin' this life for real
Run down, shoot him broad day
We killin' on sight for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Hop out that car with them cutters
We droppin' them opps for real
Bitch, ain't no fakin', we thuggin'
We livin' this life for real
Run down, shoot him broad day
We killin' on sight for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Dead niggas, we dropped for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real (come here, come here)
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Dead niggas, we dropped for real
We spinnin' on blocks for real
Nah, I ain't lyin', nigga got me fucked up
Talkin' 'bout how they gon' kill me by the end of this week
Can't so we'll tear that thing
I ain't lyin', let that nigga tweak
Ayy Boo, grab that smack, nigga
Give a fuck 'bout none of that
Ayy, go get Spazz, 23