La Vida Loca Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Sauceboy ***)
Livin’ la vida loca
Sellin’ these grams of the coca (Oh, 10)
I can not serve you if I don’t know you
I’ma do what I gon’ do and I need you to hold me down
We gon’ cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin’ out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin’ modifications on the Maserati engine
From the block, how we came out
Now I’m just lookin’ at us, now
Check the timin’ on my watch, I think my moment be right now
I been tryna speak your love language
Fans need me to drop
All the fiends need drop
She don’t love me, now
Perfect affection, feelin’ on your waist while I caress it
I been beggin’ you to come this way
You been makin’ me feel real neglected
Look, I’m a gangster, I don’t like to play, I’m known to stretch ***, this me
Test me, TEC spit, you get your *** bust up in the street
I’m a dirty ***, ho walk ’round with that pink thing
Shawty know that I’m a dog, she wan’ come with me and breed
She wan’ go a second round, but I lay down, I’m on lean
I was sellin’ crumbs to the bums right in the slums, American dream
I was servin’ yay and dirty, gotta watch myself
On my waist, I tuck a 30 where my Chrome Heart belt
She ain’t understand it so she worried, all this pain I felt
I’ll end up dyin’ in the streets, I’ll never make it out of here
I been sittin’ ***, lookin low
I don’t give no *** ’bout how a *** feel
And I been lookin’, I been missin’ you so long
And I hope that you’d rather be nowhere but here
Dollars and deals
You could drive the package if you willin’
You know that lil’ *** that be poppin’ wheelies?
Get up with you like he gated
Gangster ***, it’s *** in the city
Real authentic, all these problems that we facin’, authentication, break it
I promise I’ll cut her off I see she fakin’ (Rlrrt)
I ain’t tryna get put to sleep, my dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica
Not a rasta, the powah the bomclat, I’ll show him somethin’ later
Blow the Smith, they feelin it in all ways, for a dumb hater
You serve who carrier, ***, and you’ll get sent to your ***’ maker, 5
I’ma do what I gon’ do and I need you to hold me down
We gon’ cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin’ out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin’ modifications on the Maserati engine
It’s a wild, hard life that I’m livin’, I’m livin’
This a wild, hard life that I’m livin’, I’m livin’
Thuggin’ all my life, to the limit, the limit
It’s a wild, hard life that I’m livin’, I’m livin’
C’est la vie, kumbaya
My’ya, my’ya
‘Ana shw ‘ana la mushkila
I just want reefa
***, 5, we live, we live like a reaper
Dollars and deals
Come check it out
Come on, come on, check it out
*** get they ass killed, boy
‘Veeta
(Sauceboy ***)
(Say 10, say ***)