Bravehearts - Twilight lyrics

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Bravehearts - Twilight lyrics

[talking] Uh yea, yea, yea Let's Go n***as [laugh] c'mon n***a, c'mon n***a [Chorus 2x] I be dippin in tha twilight, wit gangstas, Smokin weed up in my ride life the same stuff, its still a b**h 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, ? laid out tequila sunrise and five 6's surprise b**hes 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 f** 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 a**, 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 n***a 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 s**as, ya punk muthaf**as! [chorus 2x] [Verse 3] n***a I'm high wit high hopes f** tha bullsh**, stand up in front of dat You get tha full clip, I'll beat a n***a senseless His skin is missin, listen, my knockouts is six So serious, bang wit a "be " on my chest y'all n***as is b**hes, ya touch me and I'm pullin ya dress from stitches to stitchin' I hate y'all n***as, 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 muthaf**a dreamin, but I'm here f** anything another n***a thinkin, see dem BraveHearts, damn, those my n***as, you got drama wit 'em Sleep witcha gun unda ya f**in pillow This is real thangs, I know sh** feels strange How dem QB n***as do thangs, check dis sh** [chorus 2x]

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