How I'm Livin' Lyrics

How I'm Livin' - Hotboii

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Yeah, the sky is the limit what I'm aimin' for

Ain't no time to be chillin', what you waitin' for?

On your grind, it ain't really no such thing as love

You should be proud that I'm winnin', what you hatin' for?

They like, "Hotboii, why you won't explain to them?" They won't listen

I feel like you changin' up, you so different

I hate doin' my thing, but, love, you don't get it

I can't even complain for real, look how I'm livin'

Bentley car livin', this the suburbs

But where I come from, you roll with it at the concert

Muggin' me you better have yo' glizzy, I get brunch served

He want all the smoke, we do deliveries, yeah

Remember I was broke, they wasn't feelin' me, yeah (oh, they wasn't feelin' me)

If I was dead broke, they won't remember me, yeah

Sippin' BelAir 'cause it make me feel the beat more

Slow down on the Percs 'cause it was killin' me slow

Holy, I can go where I want

Two of us, four Glocks, shoot like Kobe

I ain't even did nothin' wrong

Police harassin' me, provokin' me

Me, tellin' me to free when I'm glee

Told me not to leave when I'm leave

I ain't even Zoe but I'm runnin' with these Zs for a reason

Yeah, the sky is the limit what I'm aimin' for

Ain't no time to be chillin', what you waitin' for?

On your grind, it ain't really no such thing as love

You should be proud that I'm winnin', what you hatin' for?

They like, "Hotboii, why you won't explain to them?" They won't listen

I feel like you changin' up, you so different

I hate doin' my thing, but, love, you don't get it

I can't even complain for real, look how I'm livin'

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Later, Double O lil' baby

Lovin' on no lady

A1 crazy

Double O lil' baby

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