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lul bob - brackz yeah lyrics

[intro: kevin gates & lul bob]
say, fee, smooth transitions (vroom)
german engineering steering
turn me up just to speak (ooh, ooh)
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on go+go

[chorus: lul bob]
turn me up on the speakers, yeah, her body unique
i just had a good time with a freak ho, pilot, we gon’ fly out for the weekend
you look bad when you got them minks on, pretty lil’ dress like when you got pink on
won’t turn my back, but i’m rockin’ vlone
how you gon’ act when you see them rubber bands ’round the money
know i ain’t the n+gga to leach on, no, i ain’t the n+gga to speak on big ass glocks sticking out of my jeans, ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
run the money up, yeah, n+gga, we vibin’
[verse 1: lul bob]
b+tton down shirt, don’t know what to wear with this sh+t, let me hit up thе stylist
she wanna f+ck on a n+gga, but i ain’t trynna f+ck on that b+tch
that lil’ p+ssy got mileage, wе got beans, lean, and codeine
go tell yo’ people we got it, we got choppa, glocks, .223’s
go tell the opps we got it, got ’bout 45k worth on me, try to take somethin’, you dyin’
money, money, money, that’s what i need, it make the world go round
turn me up on the speakers, don’t turn me down
white one’s, i’ma just keep on buying ’em, kept me a pair, couldn’t afford designer
stuck with this ho, ain’t think i could find her
find her, she ain’t the type to remind ya
whole loco what i spent on these diamonds, sike, but my n+gga fee got me shinin’

[verse 2: kevin gates]
catchin’ a vibe, turn me up on the speakers
i’m catchin’ a vibe
alright, i’m catchin’ a vibe, don’t gotta lie, bird, i’m a pelican, fly
and i’m pressure, and there’s baguettes on my pants
they dance and reflect in the light (the light)
come and get valence, surrounding my camper, i’m steppin’
i ain’t gotta tell ’em to slide (to slide)
i got some sh+t on my neck and if you+, you blind, you reach for my necklace, you dyin’
my ex b+tch left me, now she cryin’ and wanna come back in my life
i hate to admit it, i married my hustle, i’m not a one with a guide
swallowed my pride, but still incomplete, at least i can say that i tried
set all my feelings aside, on my grind and on my mind
now i’m turnt
new b+tch, arch her back, lotta ass, make it twerk
pull her hair, hit her whole from the back, p+ssy squirt
got a 30 in this b+tch, i ain’t talking ’bout a perc’
bought a bag with a bag, lotta bands in her purse
[chorus: lul bob]
turn me up on the speakers, yeah, her body unique
i just had a good time with a freak ho, pilot, we gon’ fly out for the weekend
you look bad when you got them minks on, pretty lil’ dress like when you got pink on
won’t turn my back, but i’m rockin’ vlone
how you gon’ act when you see them rubber bands ’round the money
know i ain’t the n+gga to leach on, no, i ain’t the n+gga to speak on big ass glocks sticking out of my jeans, ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
run the money up, yeah, n+gga, we vibin’

[outro: lul bob]
we vibin’

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