paroles de chanson Last Day - Joe Budden , Lloyd Banks , Juicy J
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
I'm
always
with
that
club
hop
This
your
shit,
y'all
don't
know
shit
Them
hoes
you
with
is
just
average
This
four
spittin'
that
whole
clip
and
my
alibi
is
my
bad
bitch
So
don't
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
Doin'
me
but
you'd
do
me
too
I'll
be
me,
my
nigga,
you
be
you
I
guess
that
men
can
be
groupies
too
Recognize
a
winner
– 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
ain't
have
a
choice
like
my
stomach's
to
my
ribs
Niggas
wanted
me
dead,
I
kept
hammers
in
the
crib
But
nah,
I
don't
regret
a
fuckin'
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
Fry
like
it's
my
last
day
Fuck
like
it's
my
last
day
Fuck
boys
wanna
blast
me
This
might
be
your
last
day
But
it
won't
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
Countin'
up
some
green
Blowin'
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
somethin'
After
that,
I
poke
somethin'
Bet
she
bad
with
a
fat
ass
Beat
it
up
like
she
stole
somethin'
Fuck
two
times
then
I
roll
somethin'
Can't
no
nigga
do
it
like
me
All
my
chains
is
icy
All
my
clothes
is
pricy
In
Louis
Vuittons,
no
Nikes
I'm
Nino
Brown,
you
Ice-T
Snitchin'
equals
dead
bodies
Snitchin'
equals
dead
bodies
Nigga
caught
a
death
wish,
think
he
caught
me
slippin'
I
don't
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
ain't
have
a
choice
like
my
stomach's
to
my
ribs
Niggas
wanted
me
dead,
I
kept
hammers
in
the
crib
But
nah,
I
don't
regret
a
fuckin'
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
Fry
like
it's
my
last
day
Fuck
like
it's
my
last
day
Fuck
boys
wanna
blast
me
This
might
be
your
last
day
But
it
won't
be
my
last
day
[Verse
3:
Lloyd
Banks]
I'm
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
H's,
walk
free
I'm
V-Sixin'
in
V-Twelves
Ninety-three
is
my
horse
fee
Life's
a
bitch
I
figured
I'd
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,
a
pair
a
day
Mine
don't
come
in
pearl
yet
Got
a
party
out
in
the
UK
I'mma
hit
them
hoes
with
my
Euro
step
Insomniac,
gotta
live
my
life
Where's
the
pie?
Gotta
get
my
slice
I
hommie
shit,
where's
the
body
bag?
Kiss
my
Maserati
ass
Two
thick
queens
in
a
king's
suite
Gettin'
energized
off
thin
sleet
I
let
all
my
AKAs
hit
They
thought
I
was
ten
deep
Miss
waitin'
on
me
get
a
hundred
dollar
tip
Pray
to
God,
heard
my
number
and
I
hit
Choose
me,
girl,
make
'em
come
in
for
the
chip
When
you
doin'
good
all
the
summers
go
quick
Trust
nobody,
got
thunder
on
the
hip
Shotty
in
the
crib,
don't
start
no
shit
Bad
chick,
ass
and
her
stomach
don't
fit
Know
your
lane,
don't
come
with
no
lip
Now
when
they
call
me
to
them
gates
and
they
ask
me
how
I
live
I
feel
I
ain't
have
a
choice
like
my
stomach's
to
my
ribs
Niggas
wanted
me
dead,
I
kept
hammers
in
the
crib
But
nah,
I
don't
regret
a
fuckin'
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
Fry
like
it's
my
last
day
Fuck
like
it's
my
last
day
Fuck
boys
wanna
blast
me
This
might
be
your
last
day
But
it
won't
be
my
last
day
1 Our First Again - Intro
2 Top of the World
3 She Don't Put It Down
4 N.B.A.
5 You and I
6 Castles
7 All in My Head
8 All In My Head
9 Skeletons
10 Ghetto Burbs
11 Last Day
12 Role Play - Interlude
13 Switch Positions
14 Tell Him Somethin
15 Runaway
16 My Time
17 No Love Lost - Outro
18 She Don't Put It Down (Remix)
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