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Armonia, Benessere & Musica - Twilight lyrics

Uh, yea, yea, yea
Let's go n***as
C'mon n***a, c'mon n***aI be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto starsYo' I talk like a champion, walk like a champion
Body like a God, and I promise that Nas will hit you off
Flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum
Bustin' like dummies, so mami you come and lick it off
I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my hip
Blood stay in my mouf, petron layed out
Tequila sunrise and five 6's, surprise b**hes
Nas from the trenches, hot as he survivedThis is ten years, here for good, rep fo' my thugs
Plumper than last summer, stomach streched from tha grub
Good livin', good women, I f** wit straight stallions
Bowleg stances, go 'head handsome
But they all scream, my car's lean
Hit up, every state, town, city wit my braveheart team
Pretty face, round tits and a**, stay my queen
Keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteenWhen I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto starsYo' if you see me on MTV, don't forget
I'm tha same n***a from QB
Sittin' on tha block, hungry and starvin'
Imaginin' performin' at Madison Square Garden
Or Radio City, in New York City
Bring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of henny
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My homie got shot right befo' my eyes
I got shot too, but I survivedI was just a teenager, never had a pager
Always had flava, chasin' dat paper
I need dem diamonds, dem new clothes
Pretty hoes, dat Bently Coupe all red like a rose
And everybody knows, my gun goes off
In tha west coast, durty south, and up north
Jungle tha boss, a natural born hustler
I despise s**as, ya punk muthaf**asWhen I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto starsn***a I'm high wit high hopes, f** tha bullsh**
Stand up in front of dat, you get tha full clip
I'll beat a n***a senseless, his skin is missin', listen
My knockouts is six, so serious
Bang wit a "b" on my chest, ya'll n***as is b**hes
Ya touch me and I'm pullin' ya dress from stitches to stitchin'
I hate y'all n***as, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose toI been a BraveHeart since semen, cesspool my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this
It feel like a muthaf**a dreamin', but I'm here
f** anything another n***a thinkin', see dem BraveHearts
Damn, those my n***as, you got drama wit 'em
Sleep witcha gun unda ya f**in' pillow
This is real thangs, I know sh** feels strange
How dem QB n***as do thangs, check dis sh**When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' weed up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a b**h, livin' like I'm rich
Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars

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