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lirik lagu last stop – kith, cam’ron & swizz beatz

[intro]
swizzie, what up, n*gga?
we ain’t do this in a minute, let’s have a little fun, n*gga, c’mon, look (let’s go)
it’s the kid that be ducking all the award shows (yup)

[verse]
for the oscars, i might go in my wardrobe
i been lookin’, a lot y’all gettin’ floor close
me, i got a crib that’s just foreclosed
got room of sneakers, what i want is just some fellas to bear from his old watch
the kitchen is ch*ch*chinchillas
i mean, i could go on about the car notes and the villas
and the girls and the cars or how i grew up with the k!llas
if you with, i’m with it (with it)
let’s get it, let’s get it (get it)
i don’t pump fake, baby, i spin on my pivot
lookin’ at some exquisite, i don’t just talk it, i live it
you could do the chauffeur or ride with the hawk in the civic, you choose (come on)
she a stewardess, talkin’ to me fly
sayin’ she just back from jamaica and dubai
i’m like you basic and you dry
your makeup say devry
and don’t fool yourself, you’re just a waitress in the sky
let’s talk about it (yeah)
you gon’ ask me you need a refill or, put your chair away
please, put on your seatbelt
whole time she smilin’ she just starin’ at my retail
gave the girl my email, here go the details
he took her on vacation (huh?), i took her to my mother house
he went to the bahamas (bahamas?), i hit it on my mother couch
brought her friend with her, watch ’em eat each other out
the way i f*cked her face, man, she gon’ need another mouth, huh
i’m drake, dumarol
i’m k!llin’ these n*ggas, look at me, i’m fentanyl
for life trenches, y’all
yeah, i’m from the trenches, y’all
right off of lennox, y’all
you know i had to mention, y’all
got a different agenda, y’all
from ’91 to ’96, l was on the benches, y’all
was crack inside the tennis ball
sh*t, i broke day, served nights (nights)
dirt bikes we was up and down the turnpike (we was)
word life with three n*ggas on they third strike
i’m mike tyson, no, i did them birds right
y’all better be real, meetings in beverly hills
look, in nine months, me and murda at seventy mil (yup)
is what it is, i never cared how you felt or feel (nope)
i’m so ill, i give myself the chills (brr, chill)
on a evenin’ with jerry mozima (yup)
rony fee, josh apparel all said i’m a winner, thanks
but i know this, i’m ready for dinner
i get it some of the winter, forgot i help you remember
i sold liquor, sold cologne, sold more clothes (i did)
sold records, sold crack, i sold dog hoes (what else?)
sold horsepower, now i’m doin’ sport shows
outside the sports bar, v stay in sports mode, huh
different leader, same habits
i know i’m what you want, but you can’t have it (nah)
you got bad habits, me, i’m a bank magnet
and the coupe roof missin’ like frank mathis
[outro]
crazy
swizz, what’s up?
ronnie, what’s good, my n*gga?

- kith camron swizz beatz

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