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Last Day (feat. Juicy J, Lloyd Banks)

Look, look

These niggas lied to me way back,

Said this was where my buck stop

Ridin' right by in my fly shit

These niggas still at that bus stop,

You'll never see these jeans sag

You would think so with this tucked 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 spittin' 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

Doin' me but you'd 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 em' all,

Said my head got a price on it,

She come through and just suck it off,

So if you scared get a weapon

Every day a nigga live like he prepared for ArmageddonNow when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live

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 fuckin' 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 (Yes sir)

Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)

This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)

But it won't be my last day (Uh)Models by my side

Shooters on my team

Choppers with the beam

Countin' up some green

Blowin' 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 somethin'

After that, I poke somethin'

Bet she bad with a fat ass

Beat it up like she stole somethin'

Fuck two times then I roll somethin'

Can't no nigga do it like me

All my chains is icy

All my clothes is pricey

In Louis Vuittons, no Nike's

I'm Nino Brown, you Ice-T

Snitchin' equals dead bodies

(Snitchin' equals dead bodies)

Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin'

I don't play that bull, boy

I'm shootin' like Scottie PippenNow when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live

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 fuckin' 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 dayI'm dressed up with my sport keys

My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves

Wanted man when I tour seas

All my bitches crossbreeds

These big faces talk Gs

I lace my H's, walk free

I'm V-Sixin' 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'mma 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

Gettin' energized off thin sleep

I let all my AKA's hit

They thought I was ten deep

Miss wake me, get a hundred dollar tip

Pray to God, heard my number and I hit

Trophy girl, make 'em come in for the chip

When you do 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 lipNow when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live

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 fuckin' 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

Songwriters

BUDDEN, JOSEPH ANTHONY / LLOYD, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES / STENBORG, KRISTOPHER P. / HOUSTON, JORDANPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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