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lacroix boys - bryce cole (feat. bryce cole) lyrics

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[greyson lee]

toastin’ some toast in the toaster, i’m cookin’
and i brought your mom the toast but she said i’m good lookin’
yeah, you know i’m stone cold, i got fossils, jur-ssic
and i’m steppin’ in the white, call me reebok, i’m cl-ssic

got some striped pants, i’m in red racks, i’m shopping
man i’m looking at all the deals and all the coins i’m droppin’
i’m shooketh and i’m shaking all the ground from beneath
i eat a lot of candy, yeah you know i brush my t–th

[connor rothschild]

call me c-roth but my name’s connor rothschild
name my kid roth, my grandson is roth’s child
this bloodline is a dynasty, like zhou then tang
i’ve won this game rightfully, like “wow, dang”

bout to drop my 8th album, like ye
i’m about to go platinum, with grey
you tried to mess with me, no way
i’ve got j, grey, and bryce cole too

flex, flex, flex on you
chillin by the fire while we eatin’ fondue

me and fl
that’s beauty and a beat
sorry; i took your girl
but now she’s less lonely

[bryce cole]

in case you haven’t heard, my name’s bryce cole
raps so good, you’d think i sold my soul
i’m giving lessons, feel free to enroll
this is too easy, yeah i’m on cruise control

started writing raps, it’s my destiny, fate
your raps and mine will never correlate
took your queen, call that checkmate
my rap game k!lls, mortality rate

i wash my face, yeah and i use listerine
my lips aren’t chapped, i don’t need vaseline
my flows are pristine , even taught mr. clean
the best rapper alive, i’m only 18

i climbed the ranks playing sejuani jungle
made it plat, i never fumble
14 banned accounts, the compet-tion i crumble
being this good, yeah it’s hard to be humble

[greyson lee]

been a fat minute since i wrote some raps
it’s been at least three hours since i took a nap
feelin’ all the momentum, writing lines i invent ’em
i’m like rick in oval office, it’s a selfie i’ll get em

i’m like neji with the hands, flexin’ eight trigrams
i’m drinking that lacroix, and i’m collecting all the cans
i got asthma but i’m good i just puff the inhaler
imma die in the game call me president taylor

[j kim]

they don’t know my greatness so i write my own eulogy
you need to see my mind cause it works just like psychology
my mind is in a prison cause i always think in bars
someone must have knocked me out cause i only see stars

writing my own lyrics cause i don’t have no ghost
can’t say the same about your girl she needs a host
speaking of your girl she loves burgers and fries
that’s not what she means when she says she loves five guys

i’m thinking of these rhymes on a plane to kansas city
for me it’s just so easy to make our songs so litty
speed limit’s 45 but you know i’m going fitty
call that super sonic, you can watch but you’re not ready

[bryce cole]

three first names, holy trinity, divine
my flow is angelic, boutta resurrect vine
i look up to myself, made a personal shrine
i’ve learned from the best, shoutout marshall shine

when it comes to flexing, they call me a jock
large and influential, call me john hanc-ck
play me in smash, yeah i’ll leave you with no stock
only 18, but your mother and i still sweet talk

the lacroix boys are new and need some recognition
fixing their mistakes is my simplistic mission
i’m the best rapper here, something i’ve concluded
i checked out 417 vlogs, yeah thank god i’m excluded

[connor rothschild]

you brag about your bars and say your raps are “litty”
but you’re only featured on this song out of pity
keep trying to insult those who brought you up
it’s a compet-tion of two, you’re the runner up

you’re trying to steal our clout, you failed, i’ve concluded
you saw this squad and said you’re glad you’re excluded
but that’s not true, you’re lying like bill clinton
we tried to teach you how to rap, apparently you didn’t listen

you try to rap but you sound really nasally
we rap to be the best while you sit in complacency
i’m not trying to say its only the fault of p-b-rty
but your bumpy face and high voice present a good opportunity

[j kim]

we got bryce cole here and you know that bothers connor
blocking us from goals, but to him it is an honor
when my life is down the drain and i’m feeling lost
at least my names not bryce, i guess that’s the cost

you’re trying super hard to be included in the game
you say you’ve changed, but you’re the same and lame
can’t even get to plat without getting elo boosted
the only world where you are good is when your dreams are lucid

gotta ponder bout my raps, getting hotter, need some water
bryce you blabber, you’re the daughter and i am the father
you’re bieber, i’m tha carter and a king like a whopper
spoon feed you the fodder, you’re fat dursley, i’m a potter

[greyson lee]

hopping on our track and you dissing our backs?
man you crossing some lines, imma hit you with a smack
thinkin’ you’re the best, man your rhymes are lame
bro you’re lacking all the sk!ll and we’re off the chain

it’s j with the whit
he’s got lines he can spit
we got connor making beats
and he’s never seen defeat

last but not least it’s ya boy mr. lee
i’m a beast i’m the man, heck i sting like a bee
you ask to join the band then you diss us, man you’re sus
your verse was pretty sad, i’d say your future is a bust

you’re like a little kid, who’s just makin’ a mess
bryce you’re falling apart, you got i.s.s

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