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