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Joe Budden

Last Day

 

Last Day

(album: No Love Lost - 2013)


[Verse 1:]
Look, look these niggas lied to me way back
Said this is where my buck stop
Ride, ride by in that fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
You won't ever see these jeans sag
You'd think so, with this tough 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 spitting 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
Doing me but you 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 her more
Since my head got a price on it
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared, get a weapon
Everyday a nigga live he's prepared for Armageddon

[Hook:]
When they call me to them gates and they ask me how I lived
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 fucking 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 2:]
Mottos by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Counting up some green
Blowing 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 something
After that, I poke something
Bet she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole something
Fuck two times then I roll something
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
Snitching equals dead bodies
Snitching equals dead bodies
Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slipping
I don't play that bull, boy
I shoot like Scotty Pippen

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I toss seeds
All my bitches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gs
I lace my H's, walk free
I'm V-Sixing 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'm a 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
Getting energized off thin sleet
I let all my AKAs hit
They thought I was ten deep
Miss waiting 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 doing 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

[Hook]

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