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Bravo the Bagchaser
Bravo the Bagchaser
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Bravo the Bagchaser
Bravo the Bagchaser
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(Laudiano) Look, look I don't come to your mind? (Your mind) Like none of the time? (Like none of the time?) So, you not gon' slide? I hold my nine (hold my nine) Baby, one more time (baby, one more time) I'ma put you in line God, send me a sign (send me a sign) Sippin' Rémy, not wine I'ma put you in line God, send me a sign (send me a sign) Sippin' Rémy, not wine 'cause, 'cause I got too many problems (problems) My 40 finna solve 'em (solve 'em) These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (dodge 'em) We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex I got too many problems My 40 finna solve 'em (solve 'em) These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (dodge 'em) We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex Damn, I done bossed up Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta (rasta) I eat steak and lobster I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka I, I, I can't lie Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline (skrrt) I'm so smacked, swervin' When I hop out, everybody nervous When I hop out, I get to bleeding shit (bleeding shit) Beamin' shit, beamin' shit, it's the demon kid (it's the demon kid) If I came for a bag, I'ma leave with it (I'ma dip with it) $10K on the 'fit, I ain't cheap with it (I'm so rich with it) And my bitch so bad, she on fleek with it (she on fleek, fleek) Swear that shit so good, put a seed in it (seed in it) They done took my dawg away, can't believe this shit (can't believe this shit) They done took my dawg away, can't believe this shit ('cause) I got too many problems (problems) My 40 finna solve 'em (solve 'em) These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (dodge 'em) We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex I got too many problems My 40 finna solve 'em (solve 'em) These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (dodge 'em) We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex Damn, I done bossed up Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta (rasta) I eat steak and lobster I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka I, I, I can't lie Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline (skrrt) I'm so smacked, swervin' When I hop out, everybody nervous Ayy, ayy, shawty like the way that I talk, mmm, damn (rhat I talk) Shawty like the way that I walk, uh (like how I walk) 'Member had that rock in my sock, bitch (rock in my sock) Now Bravo puttin' on for the block, ayy (for the block) Told the opps they can talk to my Glock (talk to my Glock) If I see 12, hell nah, I ain't gon' stop (hell nah, I ain't gon' stop) Hit brick baby, no rerock (no rerock) I got a plan, hell nah, I ain't gon' flop (hell nah, it ain't gon' flop) Chalk, outline your body with that chalk (with that chalk, uh) I'm in hell, out my mind off that Wock' (off that Wock', uh) If it ain't 'bout the money, I don't wanna talk (talk) Bitch, I don't wanna talk I got too many problems (problems) My 40 finna solve 'em (solve 'em) These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (dodge 'em) We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex I got too many problems My 40 finna solve 'em (solve 'em) These bullets, you cannot dodge 'em (dodge 'em) We was broke together, now we havin' rich sex Damn, I done bossed up Smokin' on this Cake like a fuckin' rasta (rasta) I eat steak and lobster I was out here flockin' like my name was Waka I, I, I can't lie Free the whole gang in that fuckin' mainline (skrrt) I'm so smacked, swervin' When I hop out, everybody nervous
Writer(s): Walter Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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