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brogod zilla - believe me lyrics

[chorus]
baby, you tell me that you want me
you tell me that, you need me
so why don’t you believe me
when it’s time to go

[post chorus]
yeah, alert
yeah, alert (woo)
yeah, alert (woo)
(equal hearts will always match)

[verse 1]
pimpin on his bad day, yo i got that slap
told me tear the club up, bouta pop that hatch
she tryna’ get her friends in like kat stacks
this sh+t can spark at any moment like a box of match
her father caucasian but her daddy black
no ideas, yeah we out of that
you say you only like me when i’m out of cash?
well you’ll never like me, how u like that?

[verse 2]
she told me tear the club up, yeah
i got that slap
purple pills got em’ moving like some jumping jacks
i break bread with the hood, get a loaf of that
i’m bouta’ f+ck the world up, put it in her ass
b+tch we mgm grand like a boxing match
college girls going home with a birkin bag
challenge him and you’re wrong
with your hurtin’ ass
she left her man at home
he ain’t got the slap

[chorus]
baby, you tell me that you want me
you tell me that you need me
so why don’t you believe me
when it’s time to go

[bridge]
ay baby you know you bad
these other chicks, you know they mad
because you have the kid
in which, they wish they’ve always had

[verse 3]
she all in my studies asking me what i’m reading on
i told her the art of war, rewritten by genghis khan
i’m tryna’ conquer baby be ready to bring it on
you got a couple home girls, cheerleading wrong
bring em’ over to the game
show my team is strong
westside n+ggas, we don’t even need lebron
the gang gucci but the jersey be louis vuitton
undercover agents who ain’t even see the bomb
i need me a lady to show em who they sleeping on
you a k!ller when you rock them bruce lee+boutins
red bottoms know your mans got em’
heard them n+ggas at the bakery done got a bread problem
i dont even hear em’ hollering
i don’t even fear em’
how i’m supposed to see these bums
i dont even see the squala
these local rappers acting like i really need a dollar
guess i could give em’ a mention but i couldn’t give a follow
she told me tear the club up, yeah
i got that slap

[refrain]
she told me tear the club up, yeah
i got that slap
purple pills got em’ moving like some jumping jacks
i break bread with the hood, get a loaf of that
i’m bouta’ f+ck the world up, put it in her ass
b+tch we mgm grand like a boxing match
college girls going home with a birkin bag
challenge him and you’re wrong
with your hurtin’ ass
she left her man at home
he ain’t got the slap

[chorus]
baby, you tell me that you want me
you tell me that you need me
so why don’t you believe me
when it’s time to go

[outro]
alert
alert (woo)
alert (woo)

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