Lyrics

I'm the last one ye I'm the last one I know they prolly tired of me sangin' on this bitch ya heard me Ima still sang on this bitch I'm the last one The last one The last one I'm the I'm the Ima play it how it go I bet they feel my pain Right na i don't feel none Dead beat what made me Don't got no chill huh I kid you not I'm tryna bang You had me walking in the rain so I don't owe yo ass a thang I'll be damned if I tell em what happened I'll be damned if they get over me know that I'm steppin I'll be damned if my own mama ain't living luxury I'll be damned if I ain't the definition of sucka free Ay don't even introduce yourself Is you really a stepper? Bitch you really a kappa And I don't want get on to them niggas who be pretending to be niggas Couldn't be one of them niggas If we made eye contact I'll prolly kill one of them niggas And really I don't understand why everybody coming out of nowhere I was with that Nola at the bottom they ain't know her I had to play my cards right since I was young don't no no poker And money can't change me but this fake love might Thug life, thug life I got me some bruises and scars I'll be ight Prepared for the worst I'm strapped up with that fye The last of the realest I'm strong I'll survive I'm the last one, the last one These niggas gone try to capture me for ransom Said I'm the last one, the last one I play it different this ain't something you could manage Ima play it how it go I bet they feel my pain Right na i don't feel none Dead beat what made me Don't got no chill huh I kid you not I'm tryna bang You had me walking in the rain so I don't owe yo ass a thang I'll be damned if I tell em what happened I'll be damned if they get over me know that I'm steppin I'll be damned if my own mama ain't living luxury I'll be damned if I ain't the definition of sucka free These niggas ain't ready to catch no felonies I kicked her out my house she damn near fell down to her knees And I ain't beg that hoe for shit I told her bitch please And no lie I had to plea I asked the judge how many years that bitch had told me three Fuck Thug life, thug life I got me some bruises and scars I'll be ight Prepared for the worst I'm strapped up with that fye The last of the realest I'm strong I'll survive I'm the last one, the last one These niggas gone try to capture me for ransom Said I'm the last one, the last one I play it different this ain't something you could manage Ay you cant manage Ay you can't manage it You gone damage You gone damage it And ima up that poker ima blam his shit And ima hit him if he understand this shit And you gone need some damages damages hey Big Nola ya heard me I'm in this bitch with fly right na ya heard me I'm going crazy yea right now ya heard me I put my heart on the fucking line and that's everytime ya heard me
Writer(s): Nola Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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