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These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop,
You'll never see these jeans sag
You would think so with this tucked Glock
And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know Iâm always with that club hop
This your shit, yâall donât know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittinâ that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So donât be the first to get it
My life is like a movie and your bitch deserve the credit
I just stood there and directed
She just did what I expected
Doinâ me but you'd do me too
Iâll be me, my nigga, you be you
I guess that men can be groupies too
Recognize a winner â live like a born sinner
Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter
Finna skinny dip bitch fuck them drawers,
Her brains are killer and I love em' all,
Said my head got a price on it,
She come through and just suck it off,
So if you scared get a weapon
Every day a nigga live like he prepared for armagedon
Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
I feel I ainât have a choice like my stomachâs to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I donât regret a fuckinâ thing I ever did
So I spend like itâs my last day
Club like itâs my last day
Ride like itâs my last day
Fry like itâs my last day
Fuck like itâs my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it wonât be my last day
Yes sir
Juicy J, Joe Budden
Lets get it
Mottos by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countinâ up some green
Blowinâ on a blue dream
My life is like a movie and your bitch just made a scene
Me and your bitch just made a scene
Wake up and I smoke somethinâ
After that, I poke somethinâ
Bet she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole somethinâ
Fuck two times then I roll somethinâ
Canât no nigga do it like me
All my chains is icy
All my clothes is pricy
In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes
Iâm Nino Brown, you Ice-T
Snitchinâ equals dead bodies
Snitchinâ equals dead bodies
Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippinâ
I donât play that bull, boy
I shoot like Scottie Pippen
Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
I feel I ainât have a choice like my stomachâs to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I donât regret a fuckinâ thing I ever did
So I spend like itâs my last day
Club like itâs my last day
Ride like itâs my last day
Fry like itâs my last day
Fuck like itâs my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it wonât be my last day
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Iâm dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I cross seas
All my bitches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gs
I lace my Hâs, walk free
Iâm V-Sixinâ in V-Twelves
Ninety-three is my horse fee
Lifeâs a bitch I figured Iâd bone
Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
Black star when itâs all said and done
Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
Open boxes, a pair a day
Mine donât come in pearl yet
Got a party out in the UK
Iâmma hit them hoes with my Euro step
Insomniac, gotta live my life
Whereâs the pie? Gotta get my slice
I hommie shit, whereâs the body bag?
Kiss my Maserati ass
Two thick queens in a kingâs suite
Gettinâ energized off thin sleet
I let all my AKAs hit
They thought I was ten deep
Miss waitinâ on me get a hundred dollar tip
Pray to God, heard my number and I hit
Choose me, girl, make âem come in for the chip
When you doinâ good all the summers go quick
Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip
Shotty in the crib, donât start no shit
Bad chick, ass and her stomach donât fit
Know your lane, donât come with no lip
Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
I feel I ainât have a choice like my stomachâs to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I donât regret a fuckinâ thing I ever did
So I spend like itâs my last day
Club like itâs my last day
Ride like itâs my last day
Fry like itâs my last day
Fuck like itâs my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it wonât be my last day
- Album:
- No Love Lost