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Текст (слова) песни: Bravehearts - Twilight



[talking]

Uh yea, yea, yea

Let`s Go Niggas [laugh]

C`mon nigga, C`mon nigga

[Chorus 2x]

I be dippin in tha twilight, wit gangstas,

Smokin weed up in my ride life

the same stuff, its still a bitch

livin like I`m rich

bang broads call me Mr. International

ghetto stars

[Verse 1]

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 ?

blood stay in my mouf, ? layed out

tequila sunrise and five 6`s

surprise bitches

Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived

This is ?, 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 cars 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

[chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]

Yo` if you see me on mtv, don`t forget

I`m tha same nigga from QB

Sittin on tha block, hungary & 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!

[chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]

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

Yall niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I`m

pullin ya dress from stitches to stitchin`

I hate yall 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, ? 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

[chorus 2x]

 

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