Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Day , by - Juicy J. Song from the album Smokin Session, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.01.2014
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Last Day |
| 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 armagedon |
| Now 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 |
| Yes sir |
| Juicy J, Joe Budden |
| Lets get it |
| 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 pricy |
| In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes |
| 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 shoot like Scottie Pippen |
| Now 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 |
| I’m dressed up with my sport keys |
| My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves |
| Wanted man when I cross 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 sleet |
| I let all my AKAs hit |
| They thought I was ten deep |
| Miss waitin' on me get a hundred dollar tip |
| Pray to God, heard my number and I hit |
| Choose me, girl, make ‘em come in for the chip |
| When you doin' 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 lip |
| Now 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 |