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jourdan brothern – bp lyrics

[chorus]
ap (ap), i bust a check while i’m spicy (spicy)
if they really shooters, try me (try me)
i diss that b+tch just like pooh sheisty (sheisty)
x, x, x, yea, yea, that’s my triple checks (woah)
youngest rapper alive, but i can still go take ya b+tch (collaborate)
talk to me nice (talk to me nice), or don’t talk at all (oh my f+cking+)
you call this game a sport? (what?), we off that adderall (corvette corvette)
talk to me nice (talk to me nice), or don’t talk at all (oh my f+cking+)
you call this game a sport? (what?), we off that adderall (corvette corvette)

[verse]
we hop in that motherf+ckin’ jet, like a motherf+ckin’ plane
boy just drop an album, and just stop bein’ so lame
i gave her a controller, she think it’s a game
i go and wear red once, they think i’m a gang
all he do is push (what?), like that gon’ do somethin’ (nah)
boy just shut the f+ck up about yo lil’ brother (texas)
before i make you both start the runnin’ (b+tch)
every single day this n+gga talk about all that lame sh+t (b+tch)
my n+ggas wanted me to diss him, so i took myself off lame sh+t (lame sh+t)
every single day this n+gga talk about all that lame sh+t (b+tch)
that n+gga like cartoon ass, i guess he like that game sh+t (game sh+t)

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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