paroles de chanson Twilight - Bravehearts feat. Nas
Uh,
yea,
yea,
yea
Let's
go
niggas
C'mon
nigga,
c'mon
nigga
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
Yo'
I
talk
like
a
champion,
walk
like
a
champion
Body
like
a
God,
and
I
promise
that
Nas
will
hit
you
off
Flow
like
a
gangsta,
blum
bum
bum
bum
bum
Bustin'
like
dummies,
so
mami
you
come
and
lick
it
off
I
stay
right,
purple
haze'd
outfit
stay
on
my
hip
Blood
stay
in
my
mouf,
petron
layed
out
Tequila
sunrise
and
five
6's,
surprise
bitches
Nas
from
the
trenches,
hot
as
he
survived
This
is
ten
years,
here
for
good,
rep
fo'
my
thugs
Plumper
than
last
summer,
stomach
streched
from
tha
grub
Good
livin',
good
women,
I
fuck
wit
straight
stallions
Bowleg
stances,
go
'head
handsome
But
they
all
scream,
my
car's
lean
Hit
up,
every
state,
town,
city
wit
my
braveheart
team
Pretty
face,
round
tits
and
ass,
stay
my
queen
Keep
a
burna
in
tha
trunk,
ate
all
fifteen
When
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
Yo'
if
you
see
me
on
MTV,
don't
forget
I'm
tha
same
nigga
from
QB
Sittin'
on
tha
block,
hungry
and
starvin'
Imaginin'
performin'
at
Madison
Square
Garden
Or
Radio
City,
in
New
York
City
Bring
tha
whole
hood
wit
me,
gallons
of
henny
My
homie
got
shot
right
befo'
my
eyes
I
got
shot
too,
but
I
survived
I
was
just
a
teenager,
never
had
a
pager
Always
had
flava,
chasin'
dat
paper
I
need
dem
diamonds,
dem
new
clothes
Pretty
hoes,
dat
Bently
Coupe
all
red
like
a
rose
And
everybody
knows,
my
gun
goes
off
In
tha
west
coast,
durty
south,
and
up
north
Jungle
tha
boss,
a
natural
born
hustler
I
despise
suckas,
ya
punk
muthafuckas
When
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
Nigga
I'm
high
wit
high
hopes,
fuck
tha
bullshit
Stand
up
in
front
of
dat,
you
get
tha
full
clip
I'll
beat
a
nigga
senseless,
his
skin
is
missin',
listen
My
knockouts
is
six,
so
serious
Bang
wit
a
"b"
on
my
chest,
ya'll
niggas
is
bitches
Ya
touch
me
and
I'm
pullin'
ya
dress
from
stitches
to
stitchin'
I
hate
y'all
niggas,
stomp
you
out
like
roaches
Can't
you
see
I'm
here
to
get
this
paper
just
I'm
suppose
to
I
been
a
BraveHeart
since
semen,
cesspool
my
pops
schemin'
One
thought
to
get
up
in
my
moms
jeans
and
it
came
to
this
It
feel
like
a
muthafucka
dreamin',
but
I'm
here
Fuck
anything
another
nigga
thinkin',
see
dem
BraveHearts
Damn,
those
my
niggas,
you
got
drama
wit
'em
Sleep
witcha
gun
unda
ya
fuckin'
pillow
This
is
real
thangs,
I
know
shit
feels
strange
How
dem
QB
niggas
do
thangs,
check
dis
shit
When
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
I
be
dippin'
in
tha
twilight,
wit
gangstas
Smokin'
weed
up
in
my
ride
life
The
same
stuff,
it's
still
a
bitch,
livin'
like
I'm
rich
Bang
broads
call
me
Mr.
International,
ghetto
stars
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