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bravioso - no lie remix lyrics

[verse 1: bravioso
as god is my only witness
riding around and im getting it
run your sh-t, fitness
live rounds with that biscuit
f-ck with me and get lifted
its like kush automatic when i rip sh-t
yo flow n-gga, i bench it
my nuts meet yo b-tch chin
like greetings witha handshake
she said, treat me like a fastbreak
put her on her stomach
your ho became a fan aid
she said she love it
let the homies run a fan train
while im in the booth
making it look like a matinee
12 blunts in the ash-tray
ain’t enough, roll another one up
pour up, another cup
turn up to the gun blaze
praise god, on sunday’s
im after the money come monday
f-ck one or two on tuesday
no lie, thats my hump day
but early morning wednesday
im back, attacking that guap
back against the wall, south paw when i box
when i pull its inevitable, westside, bah[!]

[hook: bravioso]
real ain’t what it used to be
its time to bring it back
put your fist up
leave your fear in the past
ima go hard, guns intact
ima run this b-tch till my lungs collapse
real n-ggas stay strapped, i dont need no dap
i dont give’em no dap x2
nah, n-gga f-ck that, gone run that
nah n-gga f-ck that, run that, nah n-gga we strapped
i dont give’em no dap, nah n-gga f-ck that
with them choppers in the bad, a hundred round x3
try to get up

[verse 2: bravioso]
screaming, westside nappy face
long hair, jedi
2 pistols doubles like staring in the devils eyes
thanks be to god, i put that on my moms
westside till the box, pull up dumping out the drop
ahh
on the cops like i robbed a bank, feeling deranged
throwing money out the window in the right lane
do it for the mid and the poe mayne
never smoke mid, only rolling up propane
bad b-tch pour up, purple in my drank
lean in the swisher got me smoking all day
burning slow
smoking that purple dank
juking five-o just tryna maintain
i ain’t waiting around to see how they treat us
when they can’t keep up, but they can’t keep up, see yah
no they can’t peep the visa
unless they pulling us over with a feasible reason
no they can’t keep us down, so i gotta run this b-tch
told roc ima hold us down, ima run this b-tch till i run outta pounds
four pound, bow[!], bompton bound, yes lord

[brigde: bravioso]
12 blunts in the ash-tray
ain’t enough, roll another one up
pour up, another cup
turn up to the gun blaze
praise god, on sunday’s x2

- bravioso lyrics

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