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lirik lagu luv x liv h3r3 – king bowdie

fully loaded magazine, they tryna press the issue
told her that i like your friend, you gotta bring her with you
if i ever cut you off, i promise i won′t miss you

baby, i don’t kiss and tell, i promise won′t even kiss you
can’t walk in my shoes, bet these jordans don’t even fit you
n*gga, wasn′t no team player, you know we had to bench em
i been tryna forgive you, but i′d rather much forget you
everytime i trust a b*tch, i end up in a pickle
grinding for a week straight
can’t be going back and forth
twitter beef like swing states
i walk in a restaurant
20 ounce my beef steak
i been tryna cope with sh*t
pouring up that e&j
i told shorty hit my line
we gon′ have a three way
can you bring your friend know the one don’t speak no inglés
oh, she got a n*gga now
i don′t care what he say
i could have her for the night
by morning, hit the freeway, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

yea love don’t live here no more (what im sayin)
na love don′t live here no more (f*ckin right)
yea love don’t live here no more (what i tell ya)
na love don’t live here no more (ooh yea)
yea love don′t live here no more (what im sayin)
na love dont live here no more (f*ckin right)
yea yea love dont live here no more (what i tell ya)
na love dont live here (oh yea yea yea yea)

henny in my cup im feeling jaded
dolo i might step out in the latest
climate got me clutching on my stainless and
i be on the road i told her baby don′t hit my phone until you naked
this b*tch say she love me, this ho lyin’ and conniving
i ain′t with that cuddling ho, your uber just arriving
gotta pocket full of dead presidents, there’s a graveyard in my pocket
heard the court ain′t got no evidence, so the homie bout to get pardoned
got a bad b*tch in her twenties doin’ my manicure and my pedi
n*gga came up pinching pennies n*gga done manifested that fetty
got a b*tch thinking she special to me, i′ll cut her off in a minute
and as long as they keep printing it, bet believe i’ma keep getting it, and that’s facts
she cappin tell you she innocent, i pick her up and we smashin
i ain′t tryna keep seeing her, i′ma hit it once and i’m dashing
i′m a young n*gga with a bank roll, i’ma keep working my magic
put the blue hunters in a shoebox, i′m forever gon’ be stashing

yea love don′t live here no more (what im sayin)
na love don’t live here no more (f*ckin right)
yea love don’t live here no more (what i tell ya)
na love don′t live here no more (ooh yea)
yea love don′t live here no more (what im sayin)
na love dont live here no more (f*ckin right)
yea yea love dont live here no more (what i tell ya)
na love dont live here (oh yea yea yea yea)

- king bowdie

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