Live Like That Songtext
von Loski

I can never walk past pagan
Baby, I don′t live like that
I heard that your sex is amazing
Pretty one, throw it back
We know the truth
Go check the score, man, we pressure these yutes
All of these bands, I can't spend it on you
Baby, I′m kidding, she thinks that I'm rude
They Forrest Gump, aye
But you already know that
Right off skiddin' ′round the ends, what a throwback
Skengs on peds, like bro - bro, smoke that
You′re talking 'bout drillings that you′ve never done
A boy should've drop, but the Beretta jam
We was cool back then
Now if we see dem, then we wetting man
Chatty on the net, it′s so dumb
See us in the flesh, they don't want none
Squarin′ every week on the opps, it was so fun
I ain't got the time, I'm gettin′ money, but you know that


I′m beefin' with some cowards I don′t know at
Covering their face in their vids, then they love chat
See the man It's pressure and they can′t hack
Need more blickies, back then, it was bruck backs
I can never walk past pagan
Baby, I don't live like that
I heard that your sex is amazing
Pretty one, throw it back
We know the truth
Go check the score, man, we pressure these yutes
All of these bands, I can′t spend it on you
Baby, I'm kidding, she thinks that I'm rude
We know the truth, baby I′m loose
HS Gaza
Should′ve wore a vest, leavin' stitches, not plaster
GG ching it and he give it to me after
Designer belts, and my pants still saggin′
Splash, I'm braggin′, broad-day bangin'
Arsène Wenger they can′t manage
Brother, what happened? I thought you was baddest
How many times have they jetted for me?
Baby, I could have you, but could you get for me?
Baby, I could have you, but could you get for me?
'Cause I got plenty gally lined, but that's another story
Don′t talk about the opps, dem boys stress
Who gets the most opps? Let′s have a bet
Back then, it was the (?) gettin' vexed
And my caramel ten got her pissin′ off my ex
I can never walk past pagan
Baby, I don't live like that
I heard that your sex is amazing
Pretty one, throw it back
We know the truth
Go check the score, man, we pressure these yutes
All of these bands, I can′t spend it on you
Baby, I'm kidding, she thinks that I′m rude
I can never walk past pagan
Baby, I don't live like that
I heard that your sex is amazing
Pretty one, throw it back
We know the truth
Go check the score, man, we pressure these yutes
All of these bands, I can't spend it on you
Baby, I′m kidding, she thinks that I′m rude