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(Any Last Words) What, what what what Nigga yeah Bow, bow, bow Look (D-Roc) Tell 'em check me out now Know I got that shit in me Know I got my Glock out Say that they gon' get at me Murder, know that that be my town Try to slang that stick at me Try to send a bitch to me Ima send her right back up in pieces I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin' Murder, until we get even That's on God, got my bitch behind me Plenty sticks inside this car I pray the law don't get behind me Gon' send me straight to Rikеrs Island Said lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it You ain't kill shit, you ain't wack nothin' Know we got plenty bodies SongtexteComе from the slums, ridin' in a bucket Now we four door slidin' Wit' 30 sticks off in this bitch I want a nigga for to trip I up and shoot from off the hip, bang Gang know that what I bang Green flags, got everything Shorty bad, she insane She just want to give me brain But can't be my main You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip She let me thug wit' the chick who stayed down wit' me Play I swang around this bitch, like I'm playin' baseball Can't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs Make me foot y'all, what that mean? step on him Dirty motherfucker, smash him then we rep off him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha (Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop) Bet you miss him Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' wit' my choppa (Mhm) I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm) I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex hoe That's a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child support I got money now, and I'm on that thirty million flow Hundred thousand dollars, sittin' right there on top the bed pole My lil' bitch a model I'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her body Bitch, I'm out my body Pop that X and flood my veins wit' Molly Watch me swerve the Rolls Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay Choppa wit' a knife, get slayed Massacre, mascaraed Rockstar motherfucker Make the crowd go up, in a rage I'm on so many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my face WYGD, when you play, you gon' die, hold on I got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride 'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car, hold on Caught 'em on that porch, and I hit 'em wit' that fire Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha (Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop) Bet you miss him Aus Songtexte Mania