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[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, Look,
These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridinâ right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop,
Youâll never see these jeans sag
You would think so with this tucked Glock
And any nigga tryna go bar for bar
Know I'm always with that club hop,
This Joe shit you donât know shit
Them hoes you with is just average,
This four spittinâ this whole clip
And my allaby 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 youâd do me to
I be me my nigga you be you
I guess then they can be groupies to,
Recognize a winner, live like a born sinicated,
Then itâs finna have a pool party in the winter finna,
Skinny dip bitch fuck them drawers,
Her brains are killer and I love emâ 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 armagedonâ
[Hook - Joe Budden]
âNow when they call me to them gates
And they ask me how I live
I say like I ainât have a choice
Like my stomachs to my ribs,
Niggas wanted me dead
I kept hammers in the crib,
And na I donât regret
Fuckinâ thing I ever did so I...
Spend like it's my last day
Club like it's my last day
Ride like it's my last day
Fried like it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
It might be your last day
It wonât be my last day
[Verse 2 - Juicy J]
Yes sir
Juicy J, Joe Budden
Lets get it
Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countinâ up some green
Blowin on the blue dream
My life is like a movie
And your bitch just made a scene
Me and yo bitch just made a scene (ho)
Wake up and I smoke some
After that I pour some
Yeah she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole some
Fuck two times then I roll some
Canât no nigga do like me
All my chains is icey
All my clothes is pricey
In Louis Vuittons no nikes
I'm 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
Iâm shootinâ like Scottie Pippenâ
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Iâm dressed up with my sport keys
My rolley bands love short sleeves
Wanted man when I toss Câs
All my bitches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gâs
I lace my Hâs walk flee
I'm V6â²n and V12â²s
93 as my whore speed
Lifes a bitch I figured Iâde bone
Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
Black star when it's all said and done
Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
Open boxes appear date
Mine donât come in pearl yet
Got a party out in UK
Iâm a hit those hoes with my euro step
Insomniac gotta live my life
Wheres the pie, I gotta get my slice
A homi shit, wheres the body bag
Kiss my Masserati ass
Two thick queens in the king suite
Gettinâ energized off thin sleep,
I let all my a.k.aâs hit
They thought I was ten deep,
Miss wait me get a hundred dollar tip
Pray to god heard my number and I hit
Trophy girl make em cominâ for the chip,
When you do good, all the summers go quick,
Trust nobody got the thunder on the hip,
Shawty in the crib donât start no shit,
Bad chick ass and her stomach donât fit
Know your lane donât come with no lipâ
[Hook]
- Album:
- Flex (Single)
- All Love Lost
- Some Love Lost
- No Love Lost
- The Great Escape
- Mood Muzik 4.5: The Worst Is Yet To Come (Mixtape)
- Padded Room
- Halfway House
- Mood Muzik 3: The Album
- Miscellaneous
- Escape Route (EP)
- Joe Budden
- Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst (Mixtape)
- Escape Route
- Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?
- Wake
- Wake - Single
- Making A Murderer Pt. 1 - Single
- Making a Murderer, Pt. 1
- Mood Muzik Vol. 2