Last Day (Explicit) - Wilonja Anzuruni

Lyrics by：Wilonja Anzuruni

Composed by：Wilonja Anzuruni

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Pour cod enie and I sing when I'm mad mad mad

Le-le-le an

Le-le-le an oh

Let's go

I pour ******* on the scene interrupt my dream nigga I'ma be mad

Yeah

**** you mean I'm gettin' this green I'm gettin' to the cream and cash

Yeah

Always I'ma keep a gun on me I dare if a nigga try and blast

I already think I'm dyin' ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day

Two blues to the face can't see straight

You reased your car no rebate

I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars

I was tryna sleep my days away

I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of flavor flav

Nowadays I wake up and I pray

That I won't go astray

B*ch I'm a criminal turned to a general don't do subliminals uh uh

Ayy

B*ch I ain't feeling you never been into you

Emotionally I'm killing you

Uh

Bathing Ape tennis shoe designer plentiflul

Make it look simple uh uh

B*ch I ain't licking you b*ch I ain't eating you

Your man just sent you off

Two d*cks in my pants pause

One is the cilp and one is my c*ck

One of 'em will shoot your man in the face

And the other one it start abusing your jaw

Niggas be fake and they incriminate you will never know if I'm abusing the law

Circle is small oh oh

Like a red dot oh oh

I pour cod eine on the scene interrupt my dream nigga I'ma be mad

Yeah

**** you mean I'm gettin' this green I'm gettin' to the cream and cash

Yeah

Always I'ma keep a gun on me I dare if a nigga try and blast

I already think I'm dyin' ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day

Two blues to the face can't see straight

You reased your car no rebate

I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars

I was tryna sleep my days away

I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of flavor flav

Nowadays I wake up and I pray

That I won't go astray

Every day fell like the same ****

And every time that I'm alone that's when the pain hit

I smoke a wood filled with Biscotti now I'm painless

They told me stop **** it I'm young rich and dangerous

Dressed in some named ****

I see the same ****

Get the **** from 'round me with the fake **** I hate it

How you wife that ho

She no basic she brain me

No I can't trust a soul they just say **** I can't be

This **** is all I know so it's **** you b*ch pay me

I pour co deine on the scene interrupt my dream nigga I'ma be mad

**** you mean I'm gettin' this green I'm gettin' to the cream and cash

Yeah

Always I'ma keep a gun on me I dare if a nigga try and blast

I already think I'm dyin' ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day

Two blues to the face can't see straight

You reased your car no rebate

I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars

I was tryna sleep my days away

I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of flavor flav

Nowadays I wake up and I pray

That I won't go astray

Le-le-lean

Le-le-lean oh

I smoke a wood filled with Biscotti now I'm painless

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