Twilight Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

Uh, yea, yea, yea 

Let's go niggas 

C'mon nigga, c'mon nigga 

I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas 

Smokin' weed up in my ride life 

The same stuff, it's still a bitch, 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 bitch, livin' like I'm rich 

Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars 

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 hip 

Blood stay in my mouf, petron layed out 

Tequila sunrise and five 6's, surprise bitches 

Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived 

This is ten years, here for good, rep fo' my thugs 

Plumper than last summer, stomach streched from tha grub 

Good livin', good women, I fuck 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 ass, stay my queen 

Keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen 

When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas 

Smokin' weed up in my ride life 

The same stuff, it's still a bitch, 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 bitch, livin' like I'm rich 

Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars 

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

I'm tha same nigga 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 survived 

I 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 suckas, ya punk muthafuckas 

When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas 

Smokin' weed up in my ride life 

The same stuff, it's still a bitch, 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 bitch, livin' like I'm rich 

Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars 

Nigga I'm high wit high hopes, fuck tha bullshit 

Stand up in front of dat, you get tha full clip 

I'll beat a nigga senseless, his skin is missin', listen 

My knockouts is six, so serious 

Bang wit a "b" on my chest, ya'll niggas is bitches 

Ya touch me and I'm pullin' ya dress from stitches to stitchin' 

I hate y'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, cesspool my pops schemin' 

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

It feel like a muthafucka dreamin', but I'm here 

Fuck anything another nigga thinkin', see dem BraveHearts 

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

Sleep witcha gun unda ya fuckin' pillow 

This is real thangs, I know shit feels strange 

How dem QB niggas do thangs, check dis shit 

When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas 

Smokin' weed up in my ride life 

The same stuff, it's still a bitch, 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 bitch, livin' like I'm rich 

Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars