Boosie Badazz, Quick (EN), Tone, Juicy Badazz, Lee Banks - Empire lyrics

[Boosie Badazz, Quick EN, Tone, Juicy Badazz, Lee Banks - Empire lyrics]

Empire, help me stack up my riches
Empire, protect me thru the treches
Listen, think big and we can all make it
Protect the boss
Cause if I leave right now we all naked
Empire, our talent right now is proven
Empire, can't be on that Batron Rouge shit

We ball exclusive, bags of gold shit
Me and my dawg Juicy whole lable lethal
Real people love our music
Empire, get off your ass if
You wanna see a bag i'm on my dick
Kick rocks if you can't bring a bag
Bid farwell to prison
Now it's business and wealth
Eatings my vision, money is health
Bigger than ever, rich forever
I got real estate
Business move, finess'n dudes, track life
Poker face
I'm the one man show, we straight
We jet ride i'd like to welcome the whole
World to my fuckin' empire

Let's get it no more hell, no more jail
No more catching sales
No more bags on the pistol
Just to catch the shells
Told my mama no more stressing
When we check the mail
I got us, put that on me
Just pray I never fail
I told em' bout them niggas
They won't listen
Now they looking at the pictures on the Insta
Tryna figure how we living
Came from a shack with them
Cracks in the ceiling
Taking losses everything 3 months nigga
Now I'm winning crowd on the beach
Chain swing and they listen
No more rainy days over here
Everyday Christmas
Ballin' like them boys up on 95 nigga
If Badazz Jordan, then I gotta be Pippen
(Pussy)

Empire, bitch I'm Nicki of the clique
Dropping hit after hit
All these niggas wanna hit
Im focused on the bag, too legit to quit
Go and get some money nigga
Get up off your dick
Empire, who ya love Sissa Maya hot girl
Wipe me down cause I got that fire AK
A hundred rounds if you wanna
Try and make that
It's goin' down, fuck with this empire

Empire, when I spit it
I set the booth on fire can't deny
Cause I'm comin' with it a million miles
I keep the fire, I set it off
Applyin pressure, no letting off
That ENT, we taking off
Thanks to the boss, we run the south
Everything's real shit comin' out my mouth
We speak the truth, it never fail
We stacking mail, saying fuck jail
If you ain't built like us
Then tuck your tail
We all dawgs, we don't buck at all
When it's time to kill, we bite shit
Mike Tyson, nothin' icy
I know you heard bout them indictments, bitch


We them niggas that make lips quiver
Fixin' to shake the game
Better grip something
Imma be off the leash in
A room full of actors
I'll emcee box a nigga quick
Think that I'm gonna make her rich
She get nothing but conversation and dick
She gotta split in a minute
I gotta get back to the
Studio making these hit's
Nigga, I am It boy, in a clown mask
Ready for whatever with my empire
These days, I see more back, I see more back
But the K's are coming
I'm a boss nigga, but I might send ya four
Nigga, posted up with my hands folded
Nigga, run up on me and see the crossroads
You are not a thug, turn you dust and bones

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