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lirik lagu how it is – duvy

[chorus: duvy]
ride around i’ma ride for my clique
know me i’ma grind for that sh*t
young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it’s lit
back then they ain’t f*ck with the kid
i feel the fake love when it hits
on some err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, i’ma just live how it is

[verse 1: duvy]
i’ma just get how it is
get thoughts about death is near
ain’t no love sh*t, hmm*hmm, if you live how i live you’ll tear
keep miami heat out here
ain’t no rule sh*t, hmm*hmm
they been knew it’s unfair
man, f*ck we do this
and it’s so dangerous
them broke up buildings where chilling
there ain’t no blaming us [?] do the dealings
whole mind sеt different
can’t explain how i been feeling
my hеad straight hot, like f*ck all of these feelings
need a b*tch who gon’ ride, and moving 15 when we in it
stay down till a n*gga winning, the type of feeling i been feeling
free gang out detention, i’m with them n*ggas you be fearing
and i’m straight in it, 4 miles n*ggas i’ma get it
hmm*hm, type of feeling i been feeling
hmm*hm, is it you shawty i been feeling
hmm*hm, can’t be up in my feelings
hmm*hm, man f*ck all of these feelings
[chorus: duvy]
ride around i’ma ride for my clique
know me i’ma grind for that sh*t
young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it’s lit
back then they ain’t f*ck with the kid
i feel the fake love when it hits
on some err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, i’ma just live how it is

[verse 2: lb spiffy]
the type of feelings i been feeling
to hit a n*gga if he grilling
homicides, lotta lives gone in a blink
this ain’t how you wan’ be living
i just stick with money itching
you n*ggas too focused on b*tches
lil’ n*gga catch a seat start the clock ticking
lil’ mama can’t you see i’m on my riches
lil’ n*gga, lil’ n*gga you don’t really want me for my n*ggas
lil’ mama, lil’ mama stop the drama between you and my b*tches
and there’s enough sauce to make two of me
tryna fill up my dresser with jewelry
had to leave the b*tch
she ain’t even switch but i can’t make her make a fool of me
tryna build me a house with a pool and sh*t
so i can fill me and my hooligans
come on n*gga we ain’t new to this
a lotta n*ggas on my shooter list
a lotta n*ggas on my shooter list
a lotta n*ggas they gon’ do you quick
my b*tch she bad ain’t no ludacris
got a lotta money ain’t know what to do with it
[chorus: duvy]
ride around i’ma ride for my clique
know me i’ma grind for that sh*t
young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it’s lit
back then they ain’t f*ck with the kid
i feel the fake love when it hits
on some err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, i’ma just live how it is

[verse 3: mar guwop]
f*ck love and these b*tches i’m just tryna get rich
these new n*ggas gon’ switch, yeah
so a young n*gga gotta keep 6
my bros we getting these chips
f*ck n*gga mad i took his b*tch
on the road we making these flips
better fall back my shooter gon’ itch
keep a rasta, yuh, he gon’ shot yuh
hit your block up, yeah
these n*ggas actors, yeah
break down like fractions, yeah
big bro gon’ mop yuh
big bro gon’ mop yuh

- duvy

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