Living my life by Matt.B & Masta Wutu Lyrics

Quote from the song “Living my life” by Matt.B & Masta Wutu

I'm living my life like a dream
But shit ain't always what it seems
Cold world got me buggin' at the scene
Keep it real so bitches knowing what I mean

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• Produced: Creamie
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Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Living my life” Released in 2013

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[Hook]

I'm living my life like a dream
But shit ain't always what it seems
Cold world got me buggin' at the scene
Keep it real so bitches knowing what I mean

[Verse 1: Masta Wutu]

Yo that's it, that's it, let me spit
About some shit that made a mawfucka wanna quit
Livin' legit son I never gave a shit
But karma's a fuckin' bitch and you know that she after the kid
Now I'm back in this bitch
An I'm all about a dollar
Man I'm hasslin' kids
Cause I wanna be a baller
An I'm faster than this
But I wanna grow taller
Shows cancellin' this
Cause I'm always on the corner
They, see me workin' hard, misunderstood
Whole hood on my wood cause I'm so hood
No good round the streets like a chipped curb
Ya'll heard when I'm burnin' I'm a tip herds
Fresh furs fly bitches gettin' pedicures
Purp stirred in my ginger ale so absurd
No bird could ever fly as high as i be
Just wanna party, livin' life's my fuckin' hobby

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Matt.B]

You know it ain't a problem
We came here from the bottom
Heading for the top, non stop
Fly apostles
Ain't average ordinary messenger that you would follow
Cuz the truth hurts, but the poison hard to swallow
So while I'm wylin', kicked back reclining
Still getting high, collecting air mileage
I'll think of you, and all your diamonds
My crew before these hoes I'm the pilot
Profiling
For nasty chicks that want that dick, I won't deny them
My clique roll heavy, and that heavy keep em' smiling
We gotta bevy of bitches that move in silence
We throw confetti every time we check the balance
I act callous sometimes the fact is
I gotta speak my mind when I'm floating like I'm Cassius
Sting fast from the cul-de-sac with this mosaic influence
I'm a do this, call me ruthless, so just listen to the music

[Hook]