BRAVEHEARTS LYRICS - Twilight

"Twilight"

(feat. Nas)



[talking]

Uh yea, yea, yea

Let's Go Niggas [laugh]

C'mon nigga, C'mon nigga



[Chorus 2x]

I be dippin in the twilight, wit gangstas,

Smocking weed up in my ride life

the same stuff, its still a bitch

living like I'm rich

bang broads call me Mr. International

ghetto stars



[Verse 1]

Yo' 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?

blood stay in my mouf, ? laid out

tequila sunrise and five 6's

surprise bitches

Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived

This is?, here for good, Rep fo' my thugs,

plumper than last summer, stomach stretched

from the grub, good living, good women

I fuck wit straight stallions, bowleg stances

go 'head handsome, but they all scream

my cars lean, hit up, every state, town, city

wit my braveheart team, pretty face,

round tits and ass, stay my queen,

keep a burner in the trunk, ate all fifteen



[chorus 2x]



[Verse 2]

Yo' if you see me on MTV, don't forget

I'm the same nigga from QB

Sittin on the block, Hungary & starving

Imagining performin' at Madison Square Garden

or Radio City, in New York City

Bring the whole hood wit me, gallons of henny

My homie got shot right befo' my eyes,

I got shot too, but I survived

I was just a teenager, never had a pager

always had flavor, chasing that paper

I need them diamonds, them new clothes

Pretty hoes, that Bently Coupe all red like a rose

and everybody knows, my gun goes off

in the west coast, dirty south, and up north

Jungle the boss, a natural born hustler

I despise suckers, ya punk motherfuckers!



[chorus 2x]



[Verse 3]

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes

fuck the bullshit, stand up in front of that

You get the full clip, I'll beat a nigga senseless

His skin is missing, listen, my knockouts is six

So serious, bang wit a "b" on my chest

You all niggas is bitches, ya touch me and I'm

pull in ya dress from stitches to stitchin'

I hate you all niggas, stomp you out like roaches

Can't you see I'm here to get this paper just I'm suppose to

I been a BraveHeart since semen, ? my pops scheming

One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this

It feel like a motherfucker dreaming, but I'm here

Fuck anything another nigga thinkin, see them BraveHearts,

damn, those my niggas, you got drama wit 'em

Sleep with you gun under ya fucking pillow

This is real things, I know shit feels strange

How them QB niggas do things, check dis shit



[chorus 2x]