Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
We don't want no trouble, we don't want no fight
Livin' like a soccer ball, kick it every night
Goin' broke for a hyena, that's a scary sight
I hit it from behind and then I headed on into the light
Sunsets, bontemps down in Arizona
I puff that shit, put me in a coma
Limo tints on the Benz, it look tense don't it?
I'm just too sick, s'why they hating on me
Virtue goin' crazy, probably see me on the news
I ain't even doin' shit, they want me in the noose
See ya later, man, said I'ma have to chuck a deuce
I can't get you right, instead I gotta sip the juice
Who's the crazy mon with the new stylee?
Me rumblin' the streets with a new Kylie
The track don't skip, this ain't no type beat
No, this ain't the first hit, that's produced by me, say
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the shit that make em go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Steady, man, I'm smokin' on the gas on the regular
Left lane pass, man I'm talkin' on my cellular
Yo, shit is ass, man I told ya and I'm tellin' ya
Don't you get mad, man, I'm only just the messenger
Hear the drum break, comin' out the boom box
Why you pump fake, what the f*ck you doin' boss
Lil' sponge cake, this the way a goon talks
That's what's up, man, get it out the toolbox
I ain't even really like the hoe
Do you really think I care if you wife the hoe
Virtue nasty on set, all types of flow
And when I see them pussy boy it's on sight, you know, say!
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
Virtue - bananas Lyrics
Virtue - bananas Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
We don't want no trouble, we don't want no fight
Livin' like a soccer ball, kick it every night
Goin' broke for a hyena, that's a scary sight
I hit it from behind and then I headed on into the light
Sunsets, bontemps down in Arizona
I puff that shit, put me in a coma
Limo tints on the Benz, it look tense don't it?
I'm just too sick, s'why they hating on me
Virtue goin' crazy, probably see me on the news
I ain't even doin' shit, they want me in the noose
See ya later, man, said I'ma have to chuck a deuce
I can't get you right, instead I gotta sip the juice
Who's the crazy mon with the new stylee?
Me rumblin' the streets with a new Kylie
The track don't skip, this ain't no type beat
No, this ain't the first hit, that's produced by me, say
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the shit that make em go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Steady, man, I'm smokin' on the gas on the regular
Left lane pass, man I'm talkin' on my cellular
Yo, shit is ass, man I told ya and I'm tellin' ya
Don't you get mad, man, I'm only just the messenger
Hear the drum break, comin' out the boom box
Why you pump fake, what the f*ck you doin' boss
Lil' sponge cake, this the way a goon talks
That's what's up, man, get it out the toolbox
I ain't even really like the hoe
Do you really think I care if you wife the hoe
Virtue nasty on set, all types of flow
And when I see them pussy boy it's on sight, you know, say!
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
We don't want no trouble, we don't want no fight
Livin' like a soccer ball, kick it every night
Goin' broke for a hyena, that's a scary sight
I hit it from behind and then I headed on into the light
Sunsets, bontemps down in Arizona
I puff that shit, put me in a coma
Limo tints on the Benz, it look tense don't it?
I'm just too sick, s'why they hating on me
Virtue goin' crazy, probably see me on the news
I ain't even doin' shit, they want me in the noose
See ya later, man, said I'ma have to chuck a deuce
I can't get you right, instead I gotta sip the juice
Who's the crazy mon with the new stylee?
Me rumblin' the streets with a new Kylie
The track don't skip, this ain't no type beat
No, this ain't the first hit, that's produced by me, say
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the shit that make em go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Steady, man, I'm smokin' on the gas on the regular
Left lane pass, man I'm talkin' on my cellular
Yo, shit is ass, man I told ya and I'm tellin' ya
Don't you get mad, man, I'm only just the messenger
Hear the drum break, comin' out the boom box
Why you pump fake, what the f*ck you doin' boss
Lil' sponge cake, this the way a goon talks
That's what's up, man, get it out the toolbox
I ain't even really like the hoe
Do you really think I care if you wife the hoe
Virtue nasty on set, all types of flow
And when I see them pussy boy it's on sight, you know, say!
Get it how you live, baby, get it how you wanna
I'm chillin' at the crib and I'm smokin' marijuana
I'm doin' somethin' big, gotta flight to Tijuana
And I'm tryna get it lit, if you hear me, better holla
Come on holla back, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
They gon' try to go and treat me like I'm nothin' yet
I could blow through 50 G's for the f*ck of it
I should've left it alone, but instead I fell in love with it
Writer: Andrew Heinrich
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid