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luke brosious - my way lyrics

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[verse 1]
we start it start it
we the only ones you know who doing this

we run it, run it
run commas coming up till we filthy rich

got a dime for a dozen of you filthy kids
not the time nor the company to k!ll em dead
got lime with patron and i’m feeling lit
i think another bluntll push me over the edge

we hunt the hundreds
and we never gonna stop less to pop the rest
and lock the chest, got arteries to mop and flesh
lyrics got em loaded lemme pop the tech
leave em shocked and dead
lit up with copper heads
only know that when i’m finished i’d be marked the best
a common test, lemme get a mini military to -ssimilate a hairier and just start to shred

[prechorus]
saying it ain’t real but you don’t know

living outta dreams, live with no no’s

sitting as a king like it’s fo show

living with the team bringing heat counting mo dough

so say it ain’t real it ain’t yo show

living out my dreams, all of yours broke

sitting with the team, on the bench as we lean on a benz

make a scene with some mo hoes

[hook] x2
come and get it my way
son
living on the highway son
speeding off living fly babe
got 6 bad b-tches in an enclave huh
come and spend it my way
son
see if you got a dime when we done
i doubt that you’ll ever task it
6 bad b-tches in a mansion ha

[verse 2]

h-llo

who the h-ll are you talking to, i livid i’m off with you
popping off my lid every time that we argue

but whatcha want

these speakers are garbage every kid is r-t-rded
simple and marvled by a little facade
that’s been dribbled by the lyrical equivalent of missiles straight incision if you listen
to the heart of the artist

take off, combat has started
better don’t come back till they -ss slaughtered
better not talk back better not fold fast
got a hot bold track and i’m the artist

watch and learn, you’re time r-t-rded
clock is turning, fire’s started
these mock can burn, the liar starts it
return with the ashes in my apartment

[prechorus]
saying it ain’t real but you don’t know

living outta dreams, live with no no’s

sitting as a king like it’s fo show

living with the team bringing heat counting mo dough

so say it ain’t real it ain’t yo show

living out my dreams, all of yours broke

sitting with the team, on the bench as we lean on a benz

make a scene with some mo hoes

[hook] x3
come and get it my way
son
living on the highway son
speeding off living fly babe
got 6 bad b-tches in an enclave huh
come and spend it my way
son
see if you got a dime when we done
i doubt that you’ll ever task it
6 bad b-tches in a mansion ha

- luke brosious lyrics

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