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k1llbrady - first round pick lyrics

[intro]
you are watching a master

[chorus]
we don play around got a 100 drum in the whip
do it on purpose when we start flexing
i ain’t even try hard but the b+tch just press
remember it wasn’t great seeing momma stress
we haven’t been the same ever since our dawg left
it’s hard being a young n+gga watching n+ggas step
i put my head down and keep counting these blessings

[verse]
i want designer things and i want foreigns
i want the finer things and the gang soaring
jeans cost a double 5 and they so plain
i’ll call you back bae i’m on a new planе
you my b+tch imma dig what you did
that’s my b+tch she gon do what i did
are you going to hold it down when thе tables all turn?
is you going to stay around when the bridges all burnt?
say she heard my sh+t playing all around town
see she all the fans trying to find out who iam
baby girl you can ask the lady at the bank,after you find out come tell me what you think
you my b+tch imma did what you did
that’s my b+tch she gon did what i did
got a couple a n+ggas tryna do what we did
got a couple of b+tches trying to do what she did
whole f+cking time i’ve been loyal to the grind
maybe when i’m good we can sit up with our kids
ball right now baby girl i gotta go
back on the road chasing motherf+cking mills
i been in the studio sipping on pow+wow
feeling like bow+wow,ball like john+wow
these n+ggas talk big but they ain’t on non
we’ve been moving low+key but we been on some
baby girl we popping bottles until the sun up
worried about these lame n+ggas but they don’t know non
baby girl better take shots for the ball drop
valet better pull up when the car drop
[chorus]
we don put a 100 drum on a whip
do it on purpose when we start flexing
i ain’t even try hard your b+tch just press
remember everday i was seeing momma stress
we haven’t been the same ever since our dawg left
it’s hard being a young n+gga watching n+ggas step
i put my head down and keep counting these blessings
i want designer things and i want foreigns
i want the finer things and the gang soaring
jeans cost a double 5 and they so plain
i’ll call you back bae i’m on a new plane
you my b+tch imma dig what you did
that’s my b+tch she gon do what i did

- k1llbrady lyrics

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