EL Reon - Extravagant Living

Extravagant living
Wit beautiful bitches
Draped in diamonds
You know that's expensive
I been tryna tell em
We gon take over
The world on my shoulder
But bitch I'm still winning
I handle my bidness
I trap in the winter
Like it's the beginning
Lord forgive me I'm still sinning
I ain't tryna talk tryna run up Them digits
Kick dat bitch out
Like she one of my tenants
I ain't wit da back and forth
Just like tennis
Won't give him no gun
Cause I know he ain't wit it

You really bout it
We really doubt it
Roll wit my savage
Lace yo ass up
You play wit my cabbage
I been trappin hard
I'm all round the atlas
I ain't wit tricking
Bitch I'm really wit da stackin
Imma old school player
Yo bitch she can get cracked
Just like a card
On the block bitch
And I'm still sellinhard
Bitch I gotta duck
From the mother fuckin boys
These niggas informants
We playin wit dormin
Now they think a young nigga Holdin
Nigga check yo vision
Mind yo bidness
Before a nigga start throwin
Dont grab it
If you ain't gon blast it
That's what a old head had told Me
They raised us up to be vultures
Heart got colder
Now a Nigga takin over
Mind of a muh fuckin soldier
I got the mind
Of a muh fuckin soldier

Extravagant living
Wit beautiful bitches
Draped in diamonds
You know that's expensive
I been tryna tell em
We gon take over
The world on my shoulder
But bitch I'm still winning
I handle my bidness
I trap in the winter
Like it's the beginning
Lord forgive me I'm still sinning
I ain't tryna talk tryna run up Them digits
Kick dat bitch out
Like she one of my tenants
I ain't wit da back and forth
Just like tennis
Won't give him no gun
Cause I know he ain't wit it

Shoot first
Ask questions later
Send a hit
Imma press the deadinator
Pussy gon need him a respirator
Send a nigga up like a escalator
Don't talk to me if it ain't bout Paper
Feel like juicy j bitch who the Neighbors
Nosy ass people tryna jock my Flavor
No they can't never ever
Stop my paper
Cock and aim this mfa right at a Hater
She wanna fuck wit a dope boy
She wanna fuck with a coke boy
Bitch you know a nigga sellin Blow boy
Just like a muh fuckin dope boy
Trappin the muh fuckin snow boy
Trap in the muh fuckin snow boy
Trap in the muh fuckin snow boy

Extravagant living
Wit beautiful bitches
Draped in diamonds
You know that's expensive
I been tryna tell em
We gon take over
The world on my shoulder
But bitch I'm still winning
I handle my bidness
I trap in the winter
Like it's the beginning
Lord forgive me I'm still sinning
I ain't tryna talk tryna run up Them digits
Kick dat bitch out
Like she one of my tenants
I ain't wit da back and forth
Just like tennis
Won't give him no gun
Cause I know he ain't wit it

Written by:
Darion Smith

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