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Last Drink Til the Last Drink Video (MV)




Performed By: Tony Slumz
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: ABEL FAVELA




Tony Slumz - Last Drink Til the Last Drink Lyrics




I grew up
A f*ckin screw up on free lunch
No brown bags back of the line
Wasn't supposed to grow to much
Just a mime with a mind and I couldn't speak to much
Had. A stustustustutter
And I gave to many f*cks
So I guess i ran out
Han Solo mentality but life was my lando
Why you trying to f*ck me over
Didn't ask for a hand out
Handling the scandal
Got Washingtons in my plans now
You can take it how you want it
Double entendres will make Ya ponder
Like a dog without a collar
Where's Ya home at
Tryin to Holla for a dolla
Where's you homes at?
I don't bother with a follow
I don't need you clones jack
I'll take it back like a diamond for Manhattan
Recite life in a dead language
HOmage to my Latins
Gonna take over this bitch and send these f*ckers packing

Holding all the cards I don't even how to deal em
Left or right counter clockwise
Opponents all around I don't need to see em
Cuz we playing against the house
And I know that
Lady Luck is sleeping
Tucked in
Pillow beneath her head she's dreaming. Thinking
About the many ways she can spend our measly winnings
Praying to this idol like is vital to my cycle
I don't want to be another side note
So we're actin like Mario when we jump just to see where these pipes go
It's a bold choice
Searching for pussy and gold coins
When's the light go poof and you turn your back to boos
But they're attracted to the noise
And they always coming thru
It's a fact you can't avoid
So just embrace it as the truth
We play games
The same ways
Since back in the day
Ain't shit about to change
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I grew up
A f*ckin screw up on free lunch
No brown bags back of the line
Wasn't supposed to grow to much
Just a mime with a mind and I couldn't speak to much
Had. A stustustustutter
And I gave to many f*cks
So I guess i ran out
Han Solo mentality but life was my lando
Why you trying to f*ck me over
Didn't ask for a hand out
Handling the scandal
Got Washingtons in my plans now
You can take it how you want it
Double entendres will make Ya ponder
Like a dog without a collar
Where's Ya home at
Tryin to Holla for a dolla
Where's you homes at?
I don't bother with a follow
I don't need you clones jack
I'll take it back like a diamond for Manhattan
Recite life in a dead language
HOmage to my Latins
Gonna take over this bitch and send these f*ckers packing

Holding all the cards I don't even how to deal em
Left or right counter clockwise
Opponents all around I don't need to see em
Cuz we playing against the house
And I know that
Lady Luck is sleeping
Tucked in
Pillow beneath her head she's dreaming. Thinking
About the many ways she can spend our measly winnings
Praying to this idol like is vital to my cycle
I don't want to be another side note
So we're actin like Mario when we jump just to see where these pipes go
It's a bold choice
Searching for pussy and gold coins
When's the light go poof and you turn your back to boos
But they're attracted to the noise
And they always coming thru
It's a fact you can't avoid
So just embrace it as the truth
We play games
The same ways
Since back in the day
Ain't shit about to change
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Writer: ABEL FAVELA
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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