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ahmelody - bragging rights lyrics

[verse 1]
going in hard i ain’t talking erect
when n-ggas talking they coming correct
we ain’t the same man, it’s hard to connect
i’m stacking up bread just to buy a baguette
(mm, yeah) you ain’t a threat
you got the jewels but you going in debt
light up and stomp em like a cigarette
these n-ggas soft i just wipe em like sweat
(mm) never eject
i got an army, they serve and protect
you cannot harm me, ‘less you got a tech
we dropping bodies just come and collect
(mm) gotta respect
walk in my city i’m rocking a vest
feeling secure but it doesn’t deflect
threats in my dm but never direct

[hook]
(mm) repping the set
she get the x, i get uber exec
(mm) pull up and flex
chasing a bag, yeah i’m chasing a cheque
(mm) gimme a sec
dripping like water, got b-tches on deck
(mm) pull up and wreck
ain’t got the time so just gimme the neck
(mm) repping the set
she get the x, i get uber exec
(mm) pull up and flex
chasing a bag, yeah i’m chasing a cheque
(mm) gimme a sec
dripping like water, got b-tches on deck
(mm) pull up and wreck
ain’t got the time so just gimme the neck (yeah)

[verse 2]
c0ke in the bag
no digga, it’s diet, i don’t mean to brag
nike a tech, got it fresh with a tag
gucci, patek, man i get it for half
50 my cut n-gga, go do the math
jets in the crib, the jacuzzi a bath
follow my steps n-gga, i make a path
i copy who, n-gga, don’t make me laugh
(mm) don’t even p-ss
rapping like me but it’s sounding all trash
turn off the beat man they don’t wanna clash
ain’t got a lisp but i spit with a splash
(mm) crash it and dash
samurai spitter, i spit with a slash
these n-ggas swallow, i spit for the cash
don’t got a label that’s all in my stash

[verse 3]
trip to j-pan
ahmelody sama they don’t call me chan
i said it i did it, you know that i can
you said it and hid it, you wasn’t the man
i’m cooking them up like a n-gga could tan
hate all these n-ggas like i’m in the klan
nuke to their head, like a n-gga iran
taking it back to the place it began
(mm) son of sudan
50 degrees bring the heat where i land
standing up tall with my feet in the sand turning sh-t up with no mic on the stand
تحكي رندوك or we don’t understand
haj yousef boys yeah we high in demand
that k-ssala sword wasn’t part of the plan
you can get hit for the cash in your hand

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