U Like 2 Brag 2 Bitches, Right?
I caught him taking photos in his 4 door
Cause he seen us in the store while the store closed
Where ya homies and Diego were did they go
We Counting pesos drinking faygos, yeah
Then they tell me
You like to brag to bitches
You like hang wit snitches
You probably bought your riches, right
(They tell me)
You ran off wit the quickness
You left the scene wit a witness
You probably don't play with her tittes, right
Since she dropped that Ass down I had to pick it up
I seen the wet floor sign but I won't clean it up
I keep my money perpetual
I'm at my job pitchin woo
Cause it look like a festival
Cutie 5 foot 2 and I ain't seen the best of her
The sweeter the juice the darker the kettle look
Good in the moonlight fuck what they say to her
Came back and spun around
Mane whip a Mercedes truck
I get baba ballonba when ass is poppin in the air
Now I got her under my wood like Blair, pause
I tote a bag like Santa Clause
Giving gifts in the summer
Thinking bout that new electric Hummer
But meanwhile
You out here bragging to bitches
I see you hanging wit snitches
You probably bought your riches, right
You ran off wit the quickness
You left the scene wit a witness
You probably don't play with her tittes, right
We out here baggin em whole
We wit the baddest hoes
We whipping UFOs, right
We just made the toast
You got stuck at the door
Mane you thought we was close, right
But we not
Give us what you got
Starting wit yo socks, move slow
Boy outta you mane we had to teach a lesson
Just like yo old school
Mane we had to bring the tech in
Put you in a head lock no Tekken since u a Street Fighter
Came a long way from checking now I just roast the fire
I keep all my long tingz in the back like a Rastafari
How it ain't no strings attached but y'all play wit attachments
How you did enjoy the show but ain't no clapping
Fuck it imma call my brother and let out a 100 rounds of applause (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Then call yo girl and cum some rounds in her jaws
I had call her hoops cause the way she was dribblin my balls (Yeah)
You out here bragging to bitches
I see you hanging wit snitches
You probably bought your riches, right
You ran off wit the quickness
You left the scene wit a witness
You probably don't play with her tittes, right
We out here baggin em whole
We wit the baddest hoes
We whipping UFOs, right
We just made the toast
You got stuck at the door
Mane you thought we was close, right
Wrong
Cause he seen us in the store while the store closed
Where ya homies and Diego were did they go
We Counting pesos drinking faygos, yeah
Then they tell me
You like to brag to bitches
You like hang wit snitches
You probably bought your riches, right
(They tell me)
You ran off wit the quickness
You left the scene wit a witness
You probably don't play with her tittes, right
Since she dropped that Ass down I had to pick it up
I seen the wet floor sign but I won't clean it up
I keep my money perpetual
I'm at my job pitchin woo
Cause it look like a festival
Cutie 5 foot 2 and I ain't seen the best of her
The sweeter the juice the darker the kettle look
Good in the moonlight fuck what they say to her
Came back and spun around
Mane whip a Mercedes truck
I get baba ballonba when ass is poppin in the air
Now I got her under my wood like Blair, pause
I tote a bag like Santa Clause
Giving gifts in the summer
Thinking bout that new electric Hummer
But meanwhile
You out here bragging to bitches
I see you hanging wit snitches
You probably bought your riches, right
You ran off wit the quickness
You left the scene wit a witness
You probably don't play with her tittes, right
We out here baggin em whole
We wit the baddest hoes
We whipping UFOs, right
We just made the toast
You got stuck at the door
Mane you thought we was close, right
But we not
Give us what you got
Starting wit yo socks, move slow
Boy outta you mane we had to teach a lesson
Just like yo old school
Mane we had to bring the tech in
Put you in a head lock no Tekken since u a Street Fighter
Came a long way from checking now I just roast the fire
I keep all my long tingz in the back like a Rastafari
How it ain't no strings attached but y'all play wit attachments
How you did enjoy the show but ain't no clapping
Fuck it imma call my brother and let out a 100 rounds of applause (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Then call yo girl and cum some rounds in her jaws
I had call her hoops cause the way she was dribblin my balls (Yeah)
You out here bragging to bitches
I see you hanging wit snitches
You probably bought your riches, right
You ran off wit the quickness
You left the scene wit a witness
You probably don't play with her tittes, right
We out here baggin em whole
We wit the baddest hoes
We whipping UFOs, right
We just made the toast
You got stuck at the door
Mane you thought we was close, right
Wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Marshal Borner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.