Twilight (Featuring NaS) Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, niggas
C'mon, nigga
I be dippin' in the twilight with 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 the twilight with 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 an' I promise that Nas a hit you off
Flow like a gangsta, brum bum bum bum bum
Bustin' like dummies, so mami, you come an' lick it off
I stay right, purple hazed out, fifth stay on my hip
Blunt stay in my mouth, Patron laid out
Tequila sunrisin', five sixes, surprise bitches
Nas from the trenches, how does he survive?
This is ten years, here for good, rep for my thugs
Plumper than last summer, stomach stretch from the grub
Good livin', good women, I fuck wit straight stallions
Bowleg stances, go 'head, handsome
What they all scream? My cars' lean
Hit up every state, town, city wit my Braveheart team
Pretty face, round tits an' ass, stay my queen
Keep a burner in the trunk, AR-15
When I'm dippin' in the twilight with 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 the twilight with 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
If you see me, on MTV
Don't forget, I'm the same nigga from Q.B
Sittin' on the block, hungry an' starvin'
Imaginin' preforming at Madison Square Garden
Or Radio City an' New York City
Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons o' Henny
My homey got shot right before my eyes
I got shot too, but I survived
I was just a teenager, never had a pager
I always had flava, chasin' that paper
I need them diamonds an' new clothes, pretty hoes
That Bentley, Coupe, all red like a rose
An' everybody knows, my gun goes off
In the West coast, Dirty South an' up north
Jungle, the boss, a natural born hustler
I dissed by suckas an' punk mothafuckas
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When I'm dippin' in the twilight with 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 the twilight with 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 the bullshit
Stand up in front of that, you get the full clip
I beat a nigga senseless, his skin is missin'
Listen, my knockouts is six, so serious
Bang wit a B on my chest, y'all niggas is bitches
You touch me an' I'm pullin' your dress, a snitch is a snitch
An' I hate y'all niggas, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see, I'm here to get this paper
Just like I'm supposed to?
I've been a Braveheart since semen cesspool, my pop's schemin'
One thought to get up in my mom's jeans
An' it came to this, it feel like a mothafucka's dreamin'
But I'm here, fuck anythin' another nigga thinkin'
See them Bravehearts, damn, those my niggas
You got drama wit 'em?
Sleep with yo' gun under the fuckin' pillow
This is real thangs, I know shit feel strange
How dem Q.B. niggas do thangs, check this shit, nigga
When I'm dippin' in the twilight with 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 the twilight with 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
