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My Last (feat. Nts Cash) Video (MV)




Performed By: Nts Juice
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Juice Juice




Nts Juice - My Last (feat. Nts Cash) Lyrics




That's why you ain't never gon' have no paper, ain't never gon' have no bitches, feel me
Aight
I gave you everything I had for that shit, not to last
If it's my brother, I'd go broke for you, I bet I'd spend my last

My nigga Joe Sliding with ARP, tryna catch a hat
He think he buff, I bet the Drake he put him on his back
This bitch said that she love me, I know that shit bap
Research the shit, I talk in songs, I'm spittin' straight facts

I put the beam straight to his dome, just like a wavecap
I told my bitch she'll look good with two braids, or she get the straight back
Do a drill, then I flee the scene, we racin' straight back
He got a scar on his face from the Glock, that ain't no face tat

Got off on this nigga for a Gen 5, it ain't no trade back
Stand over his body, meet the reaper, that's when I drop my mask
I told my, little brother, we gotta work, cause he the drop my bag
She call me daddy in the bed, but she ain't got no dad

On the block with my nigga Drake, and we was chillin' with Pops
I ain't gotta aim, this bitch a fool, I'm tryna hit your top
If she come over, not suck the dick, and then she getting blocked
We got 12 posted from every corner, because we made it hot

My barber ain't make my shit straight, I pulled a kay flock three niggas with a switch, you survive by the grace of God
My pole stay on my hip like it's my bitch, cause that's my favorite glock
Don't catch me posted in the crib, I'm in that vacant spot
Leave the dealership with some new wheels, we racin' out the lot

I'ma knock all the f*ck you lockin' in, we call that bitch a bop
On the road, I'm tryna hit these words, I'm always on the clock
My nigga just the finest nigga, low, I'm finna hit his top
I ain't never change, I'm stayin' solid if he in that spot

Right or wrong, I'm goin' have your back and feelings on the block
She playin' hard to get, I'm tryna flex, so give me at the top
Right or wrong, I'm goin' have your back and feelings on the block
She playin' hard to get, I'm tryna flex, so give me at the top

Dreadhead, I got some different shit, I'm pullin' on her locks
You just like to be tough on the net and never bust your chops
But let me see you how to flex, and I'ma check your lip
In the crib, I'm tryna hear my music, I'll suck this dick

Tell her to tune it up, she got the butt, I'm pullin' on her hips
Grab her by her face, cause she look good, and tell her, give me kiss
When we come and trim, I'm at the function, pullin' up and race
We been givin' belts to all the opps, and make them niggas quit

How the f*ck you get in Massachusetts, and you gon' throw a fit
We been givin' belts to all the opps, and make them niggas quit
How the f*ck you get in Massachusetts, and you gon' throw a fit
Tell my brother we can match the debt, I'm smokin' out the zip

Been really shittin' on these niggas, let me talk my shit
Let my brother see that KIA takin' over whips
It's a good day, just hit a plate, copped a couple zips
This nigga wanna have the fam, we made him run like Rick
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That's why you ain't never gon' have no paper, ain't never gon' have no bitches, feel me
Aight
I gave you everything I had for that shit, not to last
If it's my brother, I'd go broke for you, I bet I'd spend my last

My nigga Joe Sliding with ARP, tryna catch a hat
He think he buff, I bet the Drake he put him on his back
This bitch said that she love me, I know that shit bap
Research the shit, I talk in songs, I'm spittin' straight facts

I put the beam straight to his dome, just like a wavecap
I told my bitch she'll look good with two braids, or she get the straight back
Do a drill, then I flee the scene, we racin' straight back
He got a scar on his face from the Glock, that ain't no face tat

Got off on this nigga for a Gen 5, it ain't no trade back
Stand over his body, meet the reaper, that's when I drop my mask
I told my, little brother, we gotta work, cause he the drop my bag
She call me daddy in the bed, but she ain't got no dad

On the block with my nigga Drake, and we was chillin' with Pops
I ain't gotta aim, this bitch a fool, I'm tryna hit your top
If she come over, not suck the dick, and then she getting blocked
We got 12 posted from every corner, because we made it hot

My barber ain't make my shit straight, I pulled a kay flock three niggas with a switch, you survive by the grace of God
My pole stay on my hip like it's my bitch, cause that's my favorite glock
Don't catch me posted in the crib, I'm in that vacant spot
Leave the dealership with some new wheels, we racin' out the lot

I'ma knock all the f*ck you lockin' in, we call that bitch a bop
On the road, I'm tryna hit these words, I'm always on the clock
My nigga just the finest nigga, low, I'm finna hit his top
I ain't never change, I'm stayin' solid if he in that spot

Right or wrong, I'm goin' have your back and feelings on the block
She playin' hard to get, I'm tryna flex, so give me at the top
Right or wrong, I'm goin' have your back and feelings on the block
She playin' hard to get, I'm tryna flex, so give me at the top

Dreadhead, I got some different shit, I'm pullin' on her locks
You just like to be tough on the net and never bust your chops
But let me see you how to flex, and I'ma check your lip
In the crib, I'm tryna hear my music, I'll suck this dick

Tell her to tune it up, she got the butt, I'm pullin' on her hips
Grab her by her face, cause she look good, and tell her, give me kiss
When we come and trim, I'm at the function, pullin' up and race
We been givin' belts to all the opps, and make them niggas quit

How the f*ck you get in Massachusetts, and you gon' throw a fit
We been givin' belts to all the opps, and make them niggas quit
How the f*ck you get in Massachusetts, and you gon' throw a fit
Tell my brother we can match the debt, I'm smokin' out the zip

Been really shittin' on these niggas, let me talk my shit
Let my brother see that KIA takin' over whips
It's a good day, just hit a plate, copped a couple zips
This nigga wanna have the fam, we made him run like Rick
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Writer: Juice Juice
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