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Last Call Lyrics - Artist : Underachievers, The
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YDNA [Issa Gold:] I'm a backwoods nigga, them gangstas with us We far, that's word to the set Brought the macs out with us, he backed out with it Your team get hit with the TEC Woah that's fine my nigga, I dive in bitches In the world just to get in checks Yeah we a mile high nigga, with the Gods right with us We last, still smoking the best [AKTHESAVIOUR:] I got the light, now she open like roaders I get so high, I be feeling heroic No GMO, get my weed from the growers AK the illest, most valuable poet I put a four in the tea, ya I pour it You got some snakes in your grass, better mow it She give me brain, like she download a modem Trap with the pole, I ain't talkin' bout totem [Issa Gold:] My team be with it, my bitch be sittin' My VS hittin', my wrist be spinnin' My cheese get spittin', my benz ain't rented My shit ain't tinted, my fit authentic My G's ain't friendly, my gangsta's with it Your gansta's missing, we blacks all living Your sack ain't hittin', your wax ain't with you No strap ain't with you, don't press that [AKTHESAVIOUR:] Spittin' that fire no match for the coast Called that shit up and I'm passin' the smoke No heart get put but that ice on me cold She give it up like her life on the ropes Nigga I'm winnin', you stuck on them bitches I'm forth, and them inches, I get to gold Handle my business, I started, I finished, in part And my linguish just smashing your ho' [Issa Gold:] Drop top nigga, like hats off Tip top feel it, like that's shock Feel like winning, no mask off No no limit, like black cough Stick to my business, like that's all Real life livin', no wack sauce Keep my digits, my bank tall Drink till I'm finished, like last call I sip that Henny, I whip that belly Make shorty get loose in the truck Nigga I grip that semi, my wrists feel heavy My troops stay strapped for the fund Yeah my hoes fuck with me, my chicks feel lucky My team real comfy, your team look funny That pack stay on me, your packs ain't potent Your gang ain't homies, your strap ain't [?] [AKTHESAVIOUR:] Pull up and then, get the pack for the low Ain't bout a check, then I walk out the door Strapped with the weapon, you step and we blow Might loose my temper, and shoot up your home My team official, you niggas is clones She see the difference, that's why she be gone I need my cheese, I need that provolone These niggas is vegan, so I eat it all [Issa Gold:] Pull up on your bitch like skrrt M4 coupe bumpin' A$AP Ferg Niggas can't loose if you put in that work Niggas can't shoot if they get clapped first Woah won't pass you nothin', you pass out from it No handouts dummy, we cash out somethin' Your life be frontin', your wife ain't loyal Your time is broken, my eyes is sore [AKTHESAVIOUR:] Talk a lot of shit, red dot em' like Hindu You ain't coming back, nigga even with a Senzu Shorty get a tax, like but then we gotta break loose Gotta leave a mark, like graffiti what my days do Grew up with the sharks, and you looking like bait food Mommy go nuts, 'fore a nigga call her Babe Ruthe Smoke in my lungs, hit a nigga like a quaalude Claim you a thug, but these shells might change you |
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