Lyrics Juice WRLD - Ain't Living Right

Ain’t Living Right Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Singer: Juice WRLD
Title: Ain’t Living Right

Put away your problems
I don’t sell drugs, i cop ’em
I be livin’ life all wrong
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah

I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah, oh

Forgiatos spinnin’
They look like my diamonds
b#tch, my glock got a twin
Man that’s two times

I’m on two percs again
Something don’t feel right
But this sh#t real right, slatt
This sh#t real right? uh

This that pure white crack
Yo’ mom need that
Lord knows she needed them nickel blows to function
This that new maybach, i’ma speed in it, uh

Roll some tree in it, uh, f#ck a freak in it, uh
I’ma do me in it
Timid, all these n#gg#s timid, uh
All these n#gg#s p#ss#, uh

Codeine in my sippy cup
I chug it, don’t sip a lot
Your b#tch on my dick a lot
I guess that’s not your b#tch, uh

Funny, laughing to the bank and it’s funny
Perky in my brain, i’m a junkie, uh
Uh, not a dummy, lotta cash
I’m a dummy, i’m a spaz

Chopper leave your #ss in thе quick past
Everyday i dash to the quick cash
I get that
Gun on my hip, i can’t risk that

Dеsert eagle, i shoot, knock my wrist back
And they put away my problems
I don’t sell drugs, i cop ’em
I be livin’ life all wrong

I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah (yeah)
I ain’t livin’ right, uh, i ain’t livin’ right, yeah, oh (oh, yeah, oh)

I ain’t livin’ right (nah)
We from different sides (sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, bentley coupe got frog eyes

We got rich, hey, and i still got mob ties (got mob ties)
Never sober, i always be high (high)
I be most likely baggin’ a nine (baggin’ a nine)
Ain’t no question, my n#gg#s gon’ ride (gon’ ride)

You a b#tch, you throw rocks and go hide (go hide)
I just mixed the ciroc and some red (some red)
Couldn’t pick one, it was hard to decide (hard to decide)
Hit my niece, then i talk to the don (talk to the don)

Got a new bentley, the seat can massage (massage)
In the p.h., just me and my n#gg#s we alright (alright)
On the p.j., sippin’ codeine on long flights (long flights)
Damn, i forgot her name, only f#cked her for one night

To give my rollies rage, know young gunna ain’t livin’ right
Put away your problems
I don’t sell drugs, i cop ’em
I be livin’ life all wrong

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