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L Boogz - If Ya Ain't LiVing Ya DyiNg Lyrics



L Boogz - If Ya Ain't LiVing Ya DyiNg Lyrics
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He's mad deflated
Stress is now
Exacerbated
Remedy is
That vacation
Weed smoke
A sexy asian
F*ck it
Even masturbation
Anything to back away from
Living in his mamas basement
Someone told him
Try some patience
That's when he violated
Wrapped his hands around his throat
Squeezed
Fixated with asphyxiation
Nah he didn't kill em
But damn he felt alleviated
Satisfaction kinda faded
'Til he took his
Cash and robbed him of his time bracelet
Skated down the block
Yea a race against the clock
Now he into the game
Hell yeah he in control
Took L's want M's in the end what he's owed
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Butterfly or breaststroke
Make that shit your best stroke
Hard to keep current
When you can't catch the wave
Land of the fees
Home of the slaves
Wall against your back and you
Pray Uncle Sam has a heart attack
And pass away
Fresh air a good choice
First what would master say?
Take the chains you bought
Choke em out while he nap ok?
Leave em on his neck
Like ornament
Now ya ballin kid
Tell him you want all of it
Make a name
Show em you ain't playing
Do it right, f*ck em up good
Deep breaths
Cash a couple checks
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Old pair of skinnies
She having trouble fitting
Thighs up
Can't waste a minute
Someone made a slick joke
Now she offended
Upended on the literal
The need to look fly for the gram unequivocal
The gym ain't hitting right
Maybe vice versa
L Boogz got a show tonight
And it's type worth it
Anyway she in em
Far away from fitting
Who the f*ck she kidding
(Hol up)
She shed that denim
Embraced them curves
Had a meal for the road
And hit the show
With a big and beautiful sexy glow
Thick as hell
Waiting to exhale
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Anxiety can occur due to a number of factors
Ranging from pressure in the workplace, school, family, dating
Patients have described it as a feeling of walls caving in on them
Where they just start gasping for air and they begin to pant
Their heart starts racing and racing
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He's mad deflated
Stress is now
Exacerbated
Remedy is
That vacation
Weed smoke
A sexy asian
F*ck it
Even masturbation
Anything to back away from
Living in his mamas basement
Someone told him
Try some patience
That's when he violated
Wrapped his hands around his throat
Squeezed
Fixated with asphyxiation
Nah he didn't kill em
But damn he felt alleviated
Satisfaction kinda faded
'Til he took his
Cash and robbed him of his time bracelet
Skated down the block
Yea a race against the clock
Now he into the game
Hell yeah he in control
Took L's want M's in the end what he's owed
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Butterfly or breaststroke
Make that shit your best stroke
Hard to keep current
When you can't catch the wave
Land of the fees
Home of the slaves
Wall against your back and you
Pray Uncle Sam has a heart attack
And pass away
Fresh air a good choice
First what would master say?
Take the chains you bought
Choke em out while he nap ok?
Leave em on his neck
Like ornament
Now ya ballin kid
Tell him you want all of it
Make a name
Show em you ain't playing
Do it right, f*ck em up good
Deep breaths
Cash a couple checks
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Old pair of skinnies
She having trouble fitting
Thighs up
Can't waste a minute
Someone made a slick joke
Now she offended
Upended on the literal
The need to look fly for the gram unequivocal
The gym ain't hitting right
Maybe vice versa
L Boogz got a show tonight
And it's type worth it
Anyway she in em
Far away from fitting
Who the f*ck she kidding
(Hol up)
She shed that denim
Embraced them curves
Had a meal for the road
And hit the show
With a big and beautiful sexy glow
Thick as hell
Waiting to exhale
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Race against the clock
Now breathe bitch
Press against ya chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Anxiety can occur due to a number of factors
Ranging from pressure in the workplace, school, family, dating
Patients have described it as a feeling of walls caving in on them
Where they just start gasping for air and they begin to pant
Their heart starts racing and racing
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Writer: Laurence Ekperigin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: L Boogz
Language: English
Length: 3:55
Written by: Laurence Ekperigin

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