bg – last cigar lyrics
[intro]
i don’t need n-body
i don’t-i don’t
i don’t need n-body
[verse 1]
i don’t need n-body on my sh-t
i don’t need n-body on my line that’s talkin’ sh-t
i don’t need n-body and let’s make that sh-t hip
i don’t need twist
i don’t need a make a flip
i got a couple homies that be slittin’ up they wrist
they caught in depression, but they ain’t learning they lesson, ain’t that a b-tch?
’cause when they fall, they fall hard, ain’t that a trip?
and that’s the reason we pour up and take a sip
what’s up? i got a hobby
i’m hotter than fresh wasabi
these people, they strapped up on me
but they ain’t too tough
don’t call my bluff
’cause they the type to cut you off
and leave you lost
they can’t commit the murder unless the police involved
problem is solved
now your thoughts, be contemplating, in the cuffs
but it feels like they just wanna lock us all
it’s all about the law, but they just wanna f-ck us all
(it’s all about the law, but they just wanna f-ck us all)
[hook]
i’m on my last cigar
and you i know that i’ll make it far
they tell me you gon’ change when the money involved
i’m on my last cigar
and you know that i’ll make it far
i know they gon’ be hating when i whip the foreign car
i’m on my last cigar
and you i know that i’ll make it far
and i ain’t gonna stop ’til they know that i’m a star
i’m on my last cigar
i said, i’m on my last cigar
[verse 2]
i don’t need n-body always talking ’bout they bullsh-t
if you ’bout ya’ money, then go run it and pursue it
this world feelin’ funny ’cause of all of these illusions
there ain’t no contribution to finding a solution
gotta keep it moving
if i cut the beat, then the lyrics keep it groovy
that’s how you gon’ do me?
in the streets, empty pockets
that sh-t, it ain’t new to me
if you talkin’ true to me, let’s not speak on scrutiny
all ya’ lies ain’t new to me
that sh-t, it ain’t fooling me
i just walked out with about 4-5 bands
so if you wanna make this money, better give me a chance
and all y’all better duck when this trigger finger dance
most of y’all don’t give a f-ck when you popping all these xans
i just wanna live making money with a plan
not just counting chips making money off a plant
i hope you learned your lesson, i ain’t goin’ back to h-ll
’cause that’s where they gon’ put you, in a cell, by yourself
that’s how they gon’ get you when that’s bad for your health
imagine living life with n-body to help
so take all of your feelings and put it on a shelf
and take it easy, live breezy
tell the p.o., this the last time you gon’ see me
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