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a.j. bray - biebervelli lyrics

[intro]
yuh,yfm
shoutout biebervelli

[hook]
couple thotties in the coup like i’m biebervelli
all my clothes cost a rack like i’m biebervelli
tatted chest never rest like i’m biebervelli
got a girl from mexico like i’m biebervelli
like i’m biebervelli
like i’m biebervelli
phone won’t stop buzzin like i’m biebervelli
like i’m biebervelli
like i’m biebervelli
money bussin out my wallet
like i’m biebervelli

[verse 1]
all these women love me like i’m biebervelli
i don’t ever facetime but you could called on my celly
my momma raised me right so i don’t ever kiss and telly
my new girl get me off while i’m boolin watching belly uhh
first i hit it
then she chill
while she pop pills
if she throwing it around then i drop bills
skrr skrr on the highway goin too quick
i couldn’t settle for jus one i need two chicks
she gettin’ around
yo girl is feelin’ my sound
she came and she brought me a pound
i swear that she always been down
she come and i feel on the booty
she makin me prouder than trudy
she judgin me like she a judy
she off of them xans and the lucy
hunnnit dolla bills jus to buy a big mac
she not from dallas but she know jus how to jig that
5’8 i can’t see over the big stacks
magic city and i know jus where all the tricks at
pull up pull pull up
know i got the ride
brrr brrrr skrr skrr
phone jumpin and it’s off the line
gotta thick chick
and she imported
what is her name?
that’s not important

[bridge]
you already know where i am
new biebervelli
reincarnated
let’s go yfm

[verse 2]
if she throwing neck
imma catch it pull up smash
you countin all ya problems
i’m countin all my cash
i’m movin on to mo money like i’m stacy dash
get a clue i got money like steve nash
balmain jeans
wit the chelsea boots
you say you know the plug?
well we in cahoots
i got one whiiip tint dark black paint
when i step up on the stage all the groupies faint
no i don’t lie
ya boyfriend is k!llin the vibe
yfm my only tribe
ya girl is in aj bray hive
she want it cause she know i’m rich
she diggin like she in a ditch
i think that i’m will smith in hitch
she throwing like its a pitch
we trapping it outta the uber
she gimme the go and i do her
she feelin all over my fluter
i hit it then i gotta boot her
uhh
i like my cars and my cards in the all black
i got the alexander w-ng and the hat to match

[outro]
yuh yfm still in it
you know we never foldin’
always holding
we too coldin’

- a j bray lyrics

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