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brandon j - bout me lyrics

[verse 1: jimmy kran]
back on my bullsh+t, i’m seeing the way lil shawty be lookin’
they told me i couldn’t
but i never listened, i went and i took it
the venue i book it, i hop in the stu and get to the cookin’
it is what it should be
i’m chasing the dream, you chasing some p+ssy
don’t get twisted, i laugh and i joke with my homies and b+tches
but i am not kidding
you play with my team and you gone get evicted
i ball out my pivot
i stay getting to it and you steady wishing
stop with the b+tching
working all night tryna get to the digits
(woah)
they don’t like my tone, never gave a f+ck
never been a clone, no no
what’s on my list
new whip cold wrist
gotta grind like this
either got it or you don’t, no you can’t fake it
rolling woodies in the stu, spitting get faded
i can do this sh+t all day, never get jaded
i’m coolin on the east coast, hear the leaves breaking
and shawty looking good with the red on
and baby when you sing its the best song
felt so right but its so wrong
red gucci socks like boston
no you ain’t nothing like my last one
but now baby you can’t be my next one
i’m getting to the top like mountains
i’m getting to the top like mountains

[chorus: brandon j.]
what you know about me?
homie what you know about me?
how i came from almost nothing, still grinding dawg
how i came from almost nothing, still shining dawg
bout to come up, catch a bag, test driving cars
what you know about me?
homie what you know about me?
grinding hard and get a wraith with the shining stars
focus on 10 mil, then we buy the bars
smoking down 5 zips, new crib on mars

[verse 2: brandon j.]
yeah you riding you in a coup with the bucket seats
steady flexing tony nese (wooh) f+ck police
bad b+tch down the street, latina heat
always busy never sleep (wooh), checks and trees
hold up yes please kit kat on jet skis
take pic and sign that sh+t cause we up next g
you tryna catch a bag then follow privacy
we finna take the game and flip it like a quarter p
if you can’t move a zip then homie close your f+cking lips
got jungle juice, i’m rolling raws i’m smoking while i sip
felt super wavy, broke the bank new york is when i drip
came home to some cash my n+gga on some savage sh+t
i flipped that pacc in the morning i kiss ‘fore i dip
i’m putting on for my city i’m feeling extra lit
pulling up with my gang n+gga f+ck your clique
you say you buyin all the drugs for them dusty chicks
told that lil b+tch don’t call my phone with that f+ck sh+t

- brandon j lyrics

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