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letra de choo choo - bbossbryson

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intro (bbossbryson):

yuh
we don’t take no l
ay
yo
nah
man
what?

verse 1 (bbossbryson):
don’t you f-cking hate it when you hear my name? (what?)
i feel the same and when you hear this you gon’ feel the pain (skrt)
this ain’t a f-cking game b-tch
driving me insane b-tch

crazy every single day
taking 3 to the brain
feeling f-cking fancy
pouring up champagne (what?)

talking sh-t around me
imma sn-tch your f-cking chain (chain)
when i’m done with you
man, i hope i don’t see you again (yuh)

talking about me
sh-tty man, what you gain (yuh, yuh, yuh)
nothing but
making your b-tch my main (my main)

always living my life
to the fullest
never complain (yuh)

living your life
in your mom’s bas-m-nt
must be lame (what?)
traveled around the world
man, i’m first class in the plane (in the plane)
always in the gym
man, i’m gonna be the next dwayne (dwayne)

freestyling off the head
man, i’m gonna be the next lil wayne (yuh)
r-i-p to the fallen ones
i stand with ukraine (ay)

talking sh-t on the internet
man, what you claim (what you claim)
mixing up the verses in the stu
like a hurricane (hurricane)

mommy what you do
bouncing verse to verse
like a kangaroo

grilling you on the low
like a barbeque
going to my f-cking fullest
like a piece of bamboo (yuh)

imma leave you shocked, man
blue no clues (skrt)
skrt’in in a lamborghini
man, vroom vroom (skrt)
knock your b-tch-ass out
like i’m jackie chan
kung-fu

hanging with the big boss
big bears
winnie the pooh (ay)

ran a train on your b-tch
man, choo choo

verse 2 (enhance):

they act like i’m sh-t
but i got money on my mind (ay)
lotta money, power, fame
because you know i don’t waste time (what?)

i lost all my d-mn respect
so now i’m out here tryna rhyme
i ain’t have to work a job (yuh)
they out here working full-time

ay, i’m running my sh-t like a race
they run up on me then they dying today
all designer out here
i’m buying today

call them an oven
cus they gon’ get baked
call them the earth
cus they gon’ get shaked

calling my phone like
“are you okay?” (like what?)
you know that i’m rich and i paved the way
the pistol gon’ make them fade away (yuh yuh)

sharp like a knife or a razor blade (yuh)
slit to the wrist i won’t hesitate (yuh yuh)
cus i got my hand on my 9 today
that 40 gon’ make them cry today

they calling me santa
got hoes in my sleigh (yuh)
copped a new whip
and i painted it gray (yuh yuh)

the ops on sh-t
some childs-play
they cooking up swiss
ain’t talking chalet (ay)

gucci bag, lots of cash
dolce and gabbana
i been sipping on that wok
no i don’t sip americana

my ex b-tch
mad as sh-t (uh-huh)
f-ck
i think her name was ana

when i woke up off the rip (what?)
they call me devil wearing prada

verse 3 (bbossbryson):

in my pants
i’m hiding a f-cking anaconda (what?)
driving me insane
imma crash up in the honda (skrt)

leave him polka dot
man, looking like a panda (pop)
got a crazy b-tch
that i’m f-cking with from florida (yea)

4 door whip
that i’m whippin’ with my brother (skrt)
call me crazy all you want
but i’m still f-cking with your mother (what?)

leaving you underground
like the f-cking nether (aughhh)
chilling in the bahamas
with the warm weather (weather, weather, weather)

outro (bbossbryson):

yea
this ain’t over
nah
this ain’t over bro
yuh
it ain’t over
yuh
it ain’t over
nah
sh-t ain’t done
yuh yuh

we don’t take no l

- bbossbryson

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