Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Will, artist - Juelz Santana.
Date of issue: 20.01.2013
Song language: English
My Will |
I hope my son’s learnt to be not like me |
If I die tonight |
I hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me |
If I die tonight |
If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life |
Just in case I get killed tonight, |
I’m writing my will tonight |
Give these bum niggas my clothes |
Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough |
Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels |
Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do |
Uh, living life too fast, to make plans |
I’m a trip but out the suitcase, shot when I land |
Yeah, it’s just the life of a real nigga |
Baskyat couldn’t paint a better picture |
50 cent can’t pay the bills nigga |
So I guess I’m gonn die tryina get richer |
Everyday’s a fight, thrilla in manilla |
And if I die, pray for my killer |
Give my mama my dough, she gonn take care of my kids |
Give my girl my crib, so they have somewhere to live |
Give my brother my jewels, they worth for me in the 2 |
I own em more than that, can’t put a price on that |
Put my tongue and my dick in a room with all my bitches |
And tell em that it’s going to the highest bidder |
If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life |
Just in case I get killed tonight, |
I’m writing my will tonight |
Give these bum niggas my clothes |
Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough |
Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels |
Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do |
Another day, another risk |
What make it even worse is the shit I got on my wrist |
What make it even worse is the kid I got on my whip |
Bitches all on my dick these niggas having a fit |
Lit, dying for this shit like mitch, tryina get rich |
Warrup Porter, shit, it’s a curse and a gift |
The good with the bad, gotta take what you get |
But if a nigga tryina take what I got |
Then he gonn have to take what I give, shots |
Another day, another blessin |
Pockets fat, life’s precious |
Get it, pockets fat, life’s precious |
Forever living young, still reckless |
Balling every second, so if I die tonight |
I could truly see my life was imperfect, but it was worth it |
If I die tonight, just know I lived one hell of a life |
Just in case I get killed tonight, |
I’m writing my will tonight |
Give these bum niggas my clothes |
Give my niggas my cars, give my mother my dough |
Give my girl my crib, give my brother my jewels |
Give the shooters my guns, they know what to do |
If I die tonight, tell em I had a ball |
Money, bitches and cars, I had em all |
Give em my clothes, pack need in bags |
Lord knows they need the swag |
If I get killed tonight, some niggas gonn smoke a pound for me |
Some niggas gonn load up they guns and hit the town for me |
Yeah, these fuckin haters, gonn smile and breathe |
But they bitches gonn frown for me |
First class to the money, got a one way |
Fact is, we all gotta die someday |
Fly guy, put my casket on the runway |
And tell my kids I’ll see em again someday |
My will, my will, my will, my will, my will. |