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letra de bars r us - braven

chasin’ the bag so it gotta be worth it
pushin the verse i be putting the work in
flow too hot i be cooking like curry
stay on the grind, just do it no worry
b-tch it be stu and i’m coming out st-rdy
drip too hard, yeah i know it’s concerning
pass it to b ’cause you know he be scorin’

open it up
northside white boy bars “r” us
flyboy fades get paid for the cut
playboy pink lean paint my cup
when we got paid they were bringing out trucks
worst case i don’t even need to show up
thursday bars get a throwback up
thursday night call your ho back up
“babe wake up braven dropped more sauce”
poppin’ off beats i don’t gotta spit bars
me and your girl sat down for a talk
she say you ain’t got it like me
said your flex game ‘average joe’
said your watch wasn’t actual gold
smoke these raps on casual mode
wait ’til i’m on actual sh-t
wait one year i’ll be factually lit
boys do routes like a cab in this b-tch
heavy chains on while i’m tappin’ his b-tch
friend went and told got a rat in that clique
drench my wrist fiji my fl!ck
imma let it ride throw skis on the benz
iphone start no key for the benz
chasin’ the bag so it gotta be worth it
pushin the verse i be putting the work in
flow too hot i be cooking like curry
stay on the grind, just do it no worry
b-tch it be stu and i’m coming out st-rdy
drip too hard, yeah i know it’s concerning
pass it to b ’cause you know he be scorin’

one more time gotta jump back in got
all-white air force keepin’ ’em clean
step in the game and blow out the scene
forty-five chains got eighty-nine rings
hundred one dogs and none on a leash
need two bands ‘fore i’m sellin’ my beats
i been in the field got blood on my cleats
i’m watchin’ my step not stubbin’ my feet
she suck my d-ck while i’m brushin’ my t–th
cook you rappers
most venues won’t book you rappers
mumblin’ b-tch just look what happened
you fell off couldn’t do no damage
spent your advance went broke in a minute
i cash my check put a stack to my ear
can’t hear a broke boy spillin’ them tears
i can’t see a b-tch ray-ban’s on my face
i can’t feel the floor got bands in the way
beach-side weekend land at the gate
touch down put ten grand in the safe
twerk all night she spammin’ the cake
shopping spree two grand on my feet
pumped up kicks
i can out-rap like all the other kids
new ‘preme drop gonna spend another grip
new rolex put ten up on my wrist

- braven

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