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letra de hey bryce - jbreezo

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[chorus]
psych, b-tch, i ain’t finna let his ass slide
told brody, “go creep to the back and hide”
stay silent (shh), when they come outside
if we catch him slipping, the score gon’ be tied
his stupid ass came outside to take out the trash, it’s crazy ’cause you finna be in that bag
he ain’t have a stick so i know his ass mad
(thatkidoncloudnine)

[refrain]
yeah, bow
yeah, bow
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (i love you, jbreezo)
grrow, (cloudnine, what’s really cooking?), yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
lightskin n-gga, step out in a white tee
f-ck all you hating ass hoes who don’t like me
just got a check, not talking nike
i don’t wanna facetime, she tried to skype me
look at my neck (my neck), icy
thumbing through twenties, them hunnids more likely
talk to the label (hey, sir), politely
look at my aim when i shoot, precise
buying sh-t, i don’t look at the price
when i wanna make ten, load up my site
spin on his block (skrrt), twice
brody ain’t hit him, i gave him advice (skrrt, ahh), that same night
his neighbor a white boy, hey bryce
his scary asswent back in the crib, cut off the lights, d-mn, i’m finna let him slide tonight
[interlude]
ayy, ayy, ayy, just go back to the crib, bro, we not even finna do this sh-t tonight, bro

[chorus]
psych, b-tch, i ain’t finna let his ass slide
told brody, “go creep to the back and hide”
stay silent (shh), when they come outside
if we catch him slipping, the score gon’ be tied
his stupid ass came outside to take out the trash, it’s crazy ’cause you finna be in that bag
he ain’t have a stick so i know his ass mad

[verse 2]
we know your address, yo ass down bad
tape his mouth shut, he can’t call dad
when he look at the cameras, he gon’ be sad

[interlude]
i mean yo ass said that yo dad was gon’ do though, ’cause like, you feel me?
like, psst, we-we was ready for all that, you-you feel me?
like, bow, bow

[verse 3]
now, i got a hit on my head
aim for his top, shoot off his dreads (thrrow, thrrow)
i know that f-ckboy scared
wanna see his og, hit him up, say he want breezo dead
i’ma leave that vlone shirt red
scope on my glizzy, that b-tch infrared
stop hating on me, you ain’t getting no bread
don’t talk back, p-ssy, you heard what i said
[outro]
thrrow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
yeah, now go lay yo soft ass in that bed, yeah
thrrow, bow, bow

- jbreezo

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