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 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