paroles de chanson How You Livin' (feat. Guap Tha God) - Linkz Boogz
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
We
pour
out
liquor
for
the
dead
and
gone
We
breaking
nights
until
the
early
morn
We
moving
packs
until
the
work
is
gone
We
Queens
kids
just
repping
our
borough
strong
It's
just,
it's
just
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
My
cuban
cigar
lit,
watching
the
New
York
Knicks
In
the
latest
designer
drip,
rocking
some
Gucci
flips
So
sick!
Reminiscing
on
how
we
flipping
chips
Our
plans
is
stack
this
money
and
make
it
out
the
hood
rich
No
embezzlement,
rolling
up
pre
scripted
medicine
Purest
herb,
heaven
sent
only
to
get
you
hella
bent
Catch
my
lingo,
it's
New
York
City
swag
on
the
real
though
Speaking
my
ebonics,
consistent
rapping
the
ill
flow
Money
over
everything
when
it
comes
to
this
cream
I'll
never
sell
myself
short
as
i'm
chasing
my
dream
Out
the
projects
cause
niggas
is
only
respecting
violence
I
ain't
with
all
the
nonsense
when
most
you
niggas
is
garbage
Iron
rod
just
to
spark
it
Hollow
tips
at
your
cartilage
Spitting
out
the
cartridge
Dumbing
in
and
out,
i'm
pulling
out
just
like
I
parked
it
Wisdom
food
for
knowledge
Suggest
that
you
don't
start
it
cause
me
and
my
gang
retarded
It's
just,
it's
just
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
Ayo
they
switching
on
some
quick
shit
I'm
underground
pimpin'
All
my
songs
explicit
Spitting
on
some
slick
shit
My
blood
blue
but
I
bleed
red
My
pockets
green
and
the
Sun
is
yellow
Old
school
young
fellow
laying
flows
on
the
treble
Fucking
making
hot
or
cold
like
metal
Switch
it
on
them
like
Pete
Rose
Get
my
shine
up,
hit
the
town
up
then
I
meet
hoes
Give
it
to
them
hard
like
my
meat
froze
Swagger
lit,
probably
bag
your
chick
in
cheap
clothes
These
hoes
foul
and
i'm
making
all
the
free
throws
Linkz
Boogie,
i'm
the
one
in
the
loop
Tattoos
under
my
suit,
inner
city
groove
Even
when
we
take
a
loss
we
ain't
lose
Tryna
walk
in
my
shoes
and
you
probably
wouldn't
move
I
feel
like
i'ma
die
today
that's
why
I
need
it
right
away
In
the
whip
I
ride
away
and
I
got
the
right
of
way
Won't
give
you
the
time
of
day
New
York
City
boy,
fuck
if
you
ain't
feeling
my
slang
I'm
riding
deep,
it's
just
me
and
my
gang
We
pour
out
liquor
for
the
dead
and
gone
We
breaking
nights
until
the
early
morn
We
moving
packs
until
the
work
is
gone
We
Queens
kids
just
repping
our
borough
strong
It's
just,
it's
just
It's
just
me
and
my
gang
It's
just
me
and
my
gang,
yo
how
you
living
it?
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