Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Breath, artist - Birdman. Date of issue: 04.03.2012
Song language: English
Last Breath |
| Nigga, long as you livin' how you wanna live |
| Niggas gon' talk about you |
| And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga) |
| Niggas only salute niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends) |
| I wanna ball though |
| I’m ballin' til my very last breath |
| I’m ballin' til my very last breath |
| Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not |
| Still sippin' that syrup, might front you a block |
| I’m ballin' til my very last breath |
| I’m ballin' til my very last breath |
| Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls |
| I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes |
| I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet |
| We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet |
| Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse |
| Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess |
| What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price |
| When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life |
| Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife |
| Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice |
| Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice |
| 760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white |
| Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight |
| Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right |
| I just scooped me a BM |
| And bought me a Rolls |
| When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was Hov |
| All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold |
| I heard them suckas was hatin', I’m fucking all of they hoes |
| So I don’t blame 'em, no I don’t knock 'em |
| But if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I’m talkin' pop 'em |
| Want some attention, hall-of-fame 'em, they talkin' bout us |
| Acting like bitches 'til we spray 'em, get the coffin out ya |
| We all about it, ahhhhh |
| I’m ballin' till my very last breath |
| I hustle like I’m on my last check! |
| And I ain’t even in my bag yet |
| I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO! |
| All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas |
| Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner |
| Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good |
| All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took |
| Talkin' panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon |
| Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning |
| Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants |
| Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach |
| I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first |
| When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst |
| Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride |
| Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky |
| Ballin' till my last breath |
| Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess |
| Hallways, choppa boys everyday |
| Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face |
| My lil nephew was a born killa |
| Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga |
| 'Til I showed him how to cook a bird |
| Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work |
| Matches up in every town |
| Puttin' it down, hold it down for my fuckin' rounds |
| All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way |