letra de last supper - soulja boy, lil mosey & sauve
[intro]
i wanna f-ckin feel this sh-t, y’know?
you already know, bandkids to f-ck with me
bad boy
huh, huh
sauve
boom!
[verse 1: sauve]
n-ggas chose 15 seconds of fame
over the 15 seconds of reign
vvs diamonds, they shine in the rain
rolling up gas don’t remember the strain
pour it up back, i remember the pain
thinking back, everyday i used to train
i was dead broke, used to rock a fake chain
now every-day, we hop on a plane
did a few shows, and i ran up like 80
save that sh-t up, it’s about to get rainy
just got a property [?]
momma said strap up this gun, ain’t no safety
b-tch so bad, might give her a baby
she so happy, you hit on the daily
offer the [?], he be talking ’bout ladies
[?]
[verse 2: lil mosey]
is you outside, n-gga?
have to shoot that n-gga, what time, n-gga?
and it’s all black (black)
[?], ice so cold, feel like the winter
got two bad hoe’s, f-ck her, yeah
shoot them with 12, imma duck ’em, yeah
little handshake, then, f-ck her
why you on her, like it’s her last supper?
yeah, yeah, and i’m drippin’ like water
ooh, yeah, bounce back and i’ll f-ck on your thot, mmh
yeah, twenty shows, i don’t know where i’m at
yeah, fifty bands on my [?] sack
[verse 3: sauve]
y-yeah, trix are for kids
i throw the money, just for the bands
bellows, just strip a big booty babe
i hit that b-tch in the back of my crib
[?]
lil n-gga talking, he know that i made it
shoot, choppa [?]
yeah, these n-ggas talking, they definitely know that i made it
[verse 4: soulja boy]
yeah, yuh n-gga eat your motherf-ckin’ plate
pop in the ‘gatti and now i’m in the race
whippin’ up dope right in your face
calling my lawyer, i’m getting a case
[verse 5: lil mosey]
i’m with soulja, hop in a rover
i thought i told you, we ‘takin over
whippin up bands, [?]
smoking on dope
postin’ on block [?]
[?] don’t make a sound
[?] off a bean [?] glock [?]
[verse 6: sauve]
bandkids, we blow like a bomb, got the world in my palm
i got some money, gave it to my mom
and she bought us a lawn
hit the lil b-tch then i p-ss the baton
i take a flight to milan
bad b-tch, she [?]
n-ggas gonna hate when they bangin’ my song
i’m at the top, king kong
back in my high school, y’all didn’t get along
everything i do is wrong
b-tch got a [?] thong
cut the dummies on me, prom
you know what we smokin, we smokin this strong, as if i didn’t belong
[verse 7: soulja boy]
no, you don’t want smoke
big draco at your front door, we pose
make a wrong move, shoot off your nose
shot out the benz, my young n-gga kick in your door
i need some lean, pour up a four
f-cking your b-tch, f-cking your hoe
yuh, the diamond chain rainbow
i put the rap game in the figure-four
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