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lil braydo – shine lyrics

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and they be praying down on me
wanna see me down in the county
they wanna see me fall off of my grind
they don’t want to see me shine (2x)

they don’t want to see me winnin with a bunch of pretty women
they don’t want to see me up like i’m gus in the f+cking benz truck
nah they wanna hold me down, why he hatin? he a clown
me and munch just smoked a pound
hoes been blowing up my iphone x, but they can’t even get text
from the young boy lil braydo, do this sh+t like every day yo
and i put that on my homies, i been ballin like gin0bili
gotta put on for the family probably win a couple grammys
for the homies that’s in povеrty i put em up in properties
thеy want my ass in trouble cause they going through the struggle
while i’m on my way up b+tch i ball like i’m lamelo with the jelly layup
and they wanna see me brick it but there ain’t no way that i ain’t swishin
all i get is buckets like i’m twenty three, y’all used to make fun of me
now you on my f+cking d
now y’all on my f+cking d+ck, everyday this f+cking lit

and they be praying down on me
wanna see me down in the county
they wanna see me fall off of my grind
they don’t want to see me shine (2x)

they don’t wanna see me making ms, nah they don’t wanna see me make amends
i probably gotta couple fake ass friends, for the bands yeah they gon play pretend
they just wanna see me beefing and going through all these problems
out here sleeping in the streets and eating burgers at mcdonald’s
want the superstardom of madonna paired with that of eminem’s
the ice up on my wrist and on the rims of my platinum benz
& i can feel it through my sixth sense
they like “lil braydo you should sign the deal, no bias bro you know i keep it real”
(no cap)
“and we been homies since like 6th grade”, ah yeah back when you clowned on my mixtape
b+tch how f+cking fake
now you claim this sh+t is fire and i’m someone you admire
get the f+ck up out my face, i got dreams i’m trynna chase
yeah i really did the race, you cannot keep up at this pace
( i know that you can’t cause i can see it in your face)
overweight and you lazy, my mind is blazed and i’m hazy
my sh+t was laced by wayne gacy i bump to peep and lil tracy
my flow is clean and it’s wavy you buy your clothes at old navy
i been wit models from macy’s i’m off a bean i feel sp+cey
she smelling good like a daisy that b+tch smell good on the daily
think i might make her my baby no promises but just maybe
they always said i was crazy, i always said they was hating
i could be rich and stargazing just know the bread i’m still chasing

and they be praying down on me
wanna see me down in the county
they wanna see me fall off of my grind
they don’t want to see me shine (2x)



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