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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Brovaz
Big Brovaz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Mugisha
Michael Mugisha
Composer
John Paul Horsley
John Paul Horsley
Lyrics
Michael Stephen Brown
Michael Stephen Brown
Composer
Cherise Roberts
Cherise Roberts
Composer
Nadia Shepherd
Nadia Shepherd
Composer
Dion Howell
Dion Howell
Composer
Abdul Bello
Abdul Bello
Composer
Temi Tayo Aisda
Temi Tayo Aisda
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skillz & Fingaz
Skillz & Fingaz
Producer
Roy Merchant
Roy Merchant
Mixing Engineer
Richard Morris
Richard Morris
Assistant Engineer

Letra

I came in the game Displayin amazin things Drop top whips Ice chains and rings The flows I flip straight Blow your brains I get with chicks Don't know their names I don't give a fuck I ain't got no shame I got my cash up So I'm not the same I'm all thugged out But I'm not to blame I need this one To protect my frame Niggaz that get bread Gotta keep toasters Or have a thug friend Watchin over their shoulders Everywhere we go, man I roll with my soldiers Big Bro fool We takin over Don't watch where we hang Don't watch where we bang Don't watch where we Slang them things Got that whip with amazin rims just for ladies not gentle men Hear my song don't get me wrong You can admire but don't look too long My thing must look extra cris Cuz all eyes on me when I'm on the strip Lookin at me like I ain't shit Lookin at my car like it ain't my whip But I'm fuckin your chicks Like it ain't my dick So when they're asking for their Baby daddy I ain't it - shit So what if I twist a chick one time Then make a switch Don't watch that So what if I get my doe on the road slangin 'bo Don't watch that So what if I go on the rowdy only bitches and thugs around me Don't watch that So what if I mac this way Rap this way and I'm from the UK Here we come again, Things are not the same, We now run the game Don't watch our flow, our Doe and how it grows And grows and grows... You know you can't complain We are not to blame Snatchin all the fame We got the rhymes the Beats to thrill You know the deal You don't want no trouble You just want a bubble Up in the club Getta drink, getta double Pull up a girl Make sure she don't snob you You can get that if you don't crumble Now you feelin good True your brockin out and that And the base don't fuck about and that When you bounce you'll be leavin out with that Up in the draws you'll be skinnin out the cat If that ass ain't fat Don't watch that Titties ain't all that Don't watch that Matter of fact, you should be happy with that Cos if it wasn't for her then you wouldn't have tapped trick So what if my chain iced out Bling in the club when the lights out Don't watch that So what if I scoop a chick regardless of who she with Don't watch that So what if my car on dubs drop top when I pull up at the club Don't watch that So what if I hang with the G's and only thug niggas ride with me Here we come again Things are not the same We now run the game Don't watch our flow, our Doe and how it grows And grows and grows... You know you can't complain We are not to blame Snatchin all the fame We got the rhymes the beats to thrill You know the deal Them man's ain't ruff enough Gimme the mic Let me bust it up I got the lyrical midaz touch To shizzel my nizzel My rhymes is tough Plus its original Every rhyme I bust I must Come with the shit To make the dance floor rip Gun on my hip But here to spit lyrics Strictly for the Bitches And my thug niggaz And now we're gettin riches And I love figures Spitting them lyrical, syllables Thug individuals The persona is criminal All I need is a minute to Come up with a miracle Big Brovaz ain't typical rippin you, stageshows are unmissable Hitting you, with some shit You can get into, flip a few Bars of rap that'll get at You man, I'm tellin you So what if I twist a chick one time Then make a switch Don't watch that So what if I get my doe on the road slangin 'bo Don't watch that So what if I go on the rowdy only bitches and thugs around me Don't watch that So what if I mac this way Rap this way and I'm from the UK Here we come again, Things are not the same, We now run the game Don't watch our flow, our doe And how it grows and grows and grows... You know you can't complain We are not to blame Snatchin all the fame We got the rhymes the beats to thrill You know the deal
Writer(s): Michael Claudius Brown, John Paul Horsley, Nadia Yutinda Shepherd, Abdul Rasheed Bello, Michael Mugisha Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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