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bru swain – she gotta lyrics

[verse one: bru swain]
drop in like a half pipe. can’t remember last night
got h-lla drunk and xanny’d out
pretty sure it was mad tight
i’m the s—ting a–wipe. f— the rules. don’t act right
that’s why i get mad high. roll the joint and i p-ss right
(ah, ah, ah, ah) i’m living life like i’m supposed to be
not a person in the game close to roasting me
i’m ’bout to get it i got bosses on the phone with me
got these dumb white b—-es screaming, “omg!”
ah, snap she draws back. lifts down her bra strap
i’m looking at her like
please don’t start that
i turn around her jaw’s packed
she’s on that like she’s on crack
explode there’s a bomb a–. i’m bussin’ on her; that’s on blast
i got baking soda. i got baking
for real though it taste like bacon. but it’s cola
i’m getting h— while i’m whipping in a purple nova
f— the cops they can try but i’m not pulling over

[hook]
ah, d—. she gotta big booty, d—.(x3)
ah that booty f—— juicy someone shoot me, man
(x2)

[verse two: kulprit d]
haters; ready for ’em, ready for ’em, ready for ’em
exes; i ignore ’em, i ignore ’em, i ignore ’em
they like, “kulprit, where you going, where you going, where you going?”
in that car looking foreign, looking foreign, looking foreign. (skr skr)
bru swain, where you at, bruh? go hard; record deal with v–gr-
freestyle verse only got like five. fresco dancing in the 4-0-5
i got a lot on my mind so that’s moving weight
my side chick and my ex playing patty cake
garage. both bodies
two shows, one night–that’s a double date
they said they don;t want it, but i got it
so i had to bring it. saw the cap, had to buy it
in the game with bru swain making flame
yeah it be busting out the bag
this is kulprit d got it busting out the bag
fall back in line, get back in your session
up in my cl-ss hope you learn your lesson
shout out to my bot j rebel!
shout out to my man, kenny session!
just wanna rap man i don’t want no pressure
bank account’s harry styles; go one direction
stacking that money, now, look at my necklace
crossing the finish line out here finessing

- bru swain lyrics

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