Live For The Moment

Album cover art for "Live For The Moment" by Duvy

Duvy - Rap, Toronto Rap

Live For The Moment

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[Intro: Duvy & OKBrazy] What's poppin' brodie? Southside shit Yeah, yeah, yeah I just be living for the moment No telling what could be happening today Happy to see tomorrow (LG) Yeah, for real, it's real [Chorus] No nigga, nah I don't fear no nigga Right in the streets, brodie died with his gun on him No telling what happened, I heard that they ran on him Stacking the digits, raised by the killing We shoot the witness All facts, yeah, these pussy niggas ain't all that Lil' brodie's taking watches, pawn that Don't tell, promise me that I keep running these racks up It keep calling me back She like it when I'm going in She keep throwing it back Off of these drugs, no heart attack It happened so fast, give me flashbacks They leave you bleeding out all day Oh-ah [Verse] I'm loving the fashion, the fly shit You bitches ain't nothing like my bad bitch Yeah, I pop a tag for you Xannies, Perkies, I need a Grammy You know I be trippin', you say I'm a addict Rich one, keeping the stick, gen fifth, huh I know niggas died off a Perc We giving out merch, put the boy on a T-shirt Hit where it hurts Teddy bears on the street, we ran through it All of these blues, I run through it Every opp block, we run through it They blame us for all of the shooting Jane Baby, Southside, we ruthless Talking 'bout smoke, we pollute it Got me speaking in code like it's Latin I be tryna see you, brodie smoked three opps like he CP My mama was stressing, young in the streets, JS was my henchman We running so wild for digits, it took me a while to get it [Chorus] No nigga, nah I don't fear no nigga Right in the streets, brodie died with his gun on him No telling what happened, I heard that they ran on him Stacking the digits, raised by the killing We shoot the witness All facts, yeah, these pussy niggas ain't all that Lil' brodie's taking watches, pawn that Don't tell, promise me that I keep running these racks up It keep calling me back She like it when I'm going in She keep throwing it back Off of these drugs, no heart attack It happened so fast, give me flashbacks They leave you bleeding out all day Oh-ah

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  • Duvy