Bravehearts - Twilight (Featuring NaS) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go, n***as C'mon, n***a I be dippin' in the twilight with gangstas Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff It's still a b**h, 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 b**h, 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 b**hes 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 f** 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' a**, 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 b**h, 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 b**h, 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 n***a 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 s**as an' punk mothaf**as When I'm dippin' in the twilight with gangstas Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff It's still a b**h, 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 b**h, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars n***a, I'm high wit high hopes, f** the bullsh** Stand up in front of that, you get the full clip I beat a n***a senseless, his skin is missin' Listen, my knockouts is six, so serious Bang wit a B on my chest, y'all n***as is b**hes You touch me an' I'm pullin' your dress, a snitch is a snitch An' I hate y'all n***as, 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 mothaf**a's dreamin' But I'm here, f** anythin' another n***a thinkin' See them Bravehearts, damn, those my n***as You got drama wit 'em? Sleep with yo' gun under the f**in' pillow This is real thangs, I know sh** feel strange How dem Q.B. n***as do thangs, check this sh**, n***a When I'm dippin' in the twilight with gangstas Smokin' weed up in my ride life, the same stuff It's still a b**h, 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 b**h, livin' like I'm rich, bang broads Call me Mr. International, ghetto stars