Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Empire (feat. the Badazz Music Syndicate), artist - Boosie Badazz. Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Empire (feat. the Badazz Music Syndicate) |
| Empire, help me stack up my riches |
| Empire, protect me thru the treches |
| Listen, think big and we can all make it |
| Protect the boss, cause if I leave right now we all naked |
| Empire, our talent right now is proven |
| Empire, can’t be on that Batron Rouge shit |
| We ball exclusive, bags of gold shit, me and my dawg Juicy |
| Whole lable lethal, real people love our music |
| Empire, get off your ass if you wanna see a bag |
| I’m on my dick, kick rocks if you can’t bring a bag |
| Bid farwell to prison, now it’s business and wealth |
| Eatings my vision, money is health |
| Bigger than ever, rich forever, I got real estate |
| Business move, finess’n dudes, track life, poker face |
| I’m the one man show, we straight, we jet ride |
| I’d like to welcome the whole world to my fuckin' empire |
| Let’s get it |
| No more hell, no more jail |
| No more catching sales |
| No more bags on the pistol just to catch the shells |
| Told my mama no more stressing when we check the mail |
| I got us, put that on me, just pray I never fail |
| I told em' bout them niggas, they won’t listen |
| Now they looking at the pictures on the Insta |
| Tryna figure how we living |
| Came from a shack with them cracks in the ceiling |
| Taking losses everything 3 months nigga, now I’m winning |
| Crowd on the beach, chain swing and they listen |
| No more rainy days over here, everyday Christmas |
| Ballin' like them boys up on 95 nigga |
| If Badazz Jordan, then I gotta be Pippen (Pussy) |
| Empire, bitch I’m Nicki of the clique |
| Dropping hit after hit, all these niggas wanna hit |
| Im focused on the bag, too legit to quit |
| Go and get some money nigga, get up off your dick |
| Empire, who ya love Sissa Maya |
| Hot girl, wipe me down cause I got that fire AK |
| A hundred rounds if you wanna try and make that |
| It’s goin' down, fuck with this empire |
| Empire, when I spit it, I set the booth on fire |
| Can’t deny, cause I’m comin' with it a million miles |
| I keep the fire, I set it off |
| Applyin pressure, no letting off |
| That ENT, we taking off |
| Thanks to the boss, we run the south |
| Everything’s real shit comin' out my mouth |
| We speak the truth, it never fail |
| We stacking mail, saying fuck jail |
| If you ain’t built like us, then tuck your tail |
| We all dawgs, we don’t buck at all |
| When it’s time to kill, we bite shit |
| Mike Tyson, nothin' icy |
| I know you heard bout them indictments, bitch |
| We them niggas that make lips quiver |
| Fixin' to shake the game, better grip something |
| Imma be off the leash in a room full of actors |
| I’ll emcee box a nigga quick |
| Think that I’m gonna make her rich |
| She get nothing but conversation and dick |
| She gotta split in a minute |
| I gotta get back to the studio making these hits |
| Nigga, I am It boy, in a clown mask |
| Ready for whatever with my empire |
| These days, I see more back, I see more back |
| But the K’s are coming |
| I’m a boss nigga, but I might send ya four |
| Nigga, posted up with my hands folded |
| Nigga, run up on me and see the crossroads |
| You are not a thug, turn you dust and bones |