Last Day Lyrics - No Love Lost - Joe Budden

Look, look 

These niggas lied to me way back, 

Said this was where my buck stop 

Ridin' right by in my fly shit 

These niggas still at that bus stop, 

You'll never see these jeans sag 

You would think so with this tucked Glock 

And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar 

Know I'm always with that club hop 

This your shit, y'all don't know shit 

Them hoes you with is just average 

This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch 

So don't be the first to get it 

My life is like a movie and your bitch deserve the credit 

I just stood there and directed 

She just did what I expected 

Doin' me but you'd do me too 

I'll be me, my nigga, you be you 

I guess that men can be groupies too 

Recognize a winner, live like a born sinner 

Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter 

Finna skinny dip bitch fuck them drawers, 

Her brains are killer and I love em' all, 

Said my head got a price on it, 

She come through and just suck it off, 

So if you scared get a weapon 

Every day a nigga live like he prepared for Armageddon 

Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live 

I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs 

Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib 

But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did 

So I spend like it's my last day 

Club like it's my last day 

Ride like it's my last day 

Fry like it's my last day 

Fuck like it's my last day (Yes sir) 

Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J) 

This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it) 

But it won't be my last day (Uh) 

Models by my side 

Shooters on my team 

Choppers with the beam 

Countin' up some green 

Blowin' on a blue dream 

My life is like a movie and your bitch just made a scene 

Me and your bitch just made a scene 

Wake up and I smoke somethin' 

After that, I poke somethin' 

Bet she bad with a fat ass 

Beat it up like she stole somethin' 

Fuck two times then I roll somethin' 

Can't no nigga do it like me 

All my chains is icy 

All my clothes is pricey 

In Louis Vuittons, no Nike's 

I'm Nino Brown, you Ice-T 

Snitchin' equals dead bodies 

(Snitchin' equals dead bodies) 

Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin' 

I don't play that bull, boy 

I'm shootin' like Scottie Pippen 

Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live 

I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs 

Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib 

But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did 

So I spend like it's my last day 

Club like it's my last day 

Ride like it's my last day 

Fry like it's my last day 

Fuck like it's my last day 

Fuck boys wanna blast me 

This might be your last day 

But it won't be my last day 

I'm dressed up with my sport keys 

My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves 

Wanted man when I tour seas 

All my bitches crossbreeds 

These big faces talk Gs 

I lace my H's, walk free 

I'm V-Sixin' in V-Twelves 

Ninety-three is my horse fee 

Life's a bitch I figured I'd bone 

Smoke this weed while I get a little dome 

Black star when it's all said and done 

Gotta put my name in the middle of the road 

Open boxes, a pair a day 

Mine don't come in pearl yet 

Got a party out in the UK 

I'mma hit them hoes with my Euro step 

Insomniac, gotta live my life 

Where's the pie? Gotta get my slice 

I hommie shit, where's the body bag? 

Kiss my Maserati ass 

Two thick queens in a king's suite 

Gettin' energized off thin sleep 

I let all my AKA's hit 

They thought I was ten deep 

Miss wake me, get a hundred dollar tip 

Pray to God, heard my number and I hit 

Trophy girl, make 'em come in for the chip 

When you do good, all the summers go quick 

Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip 

Shotty in the crib, don't start no shit 

Bad chick, ass and her stomach don't fit 

Know your lane, don't come with no lip 

Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live 

I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs 

Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib 

But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did 

So I spend like it's my last day 

Club like it's my last day 

Ride like it's my last day 

Fry like it's my last day 

Fuck like it's my last day 

Fuck boys wanna blast me 

This might be your last day 

But it won't be my last day