letra de bruce wayne - k$upreme
[intro]
uh, uh, kickin’ sh-t with the gang
uh, uh, kickin’ sh-t with the gang
(n-gga)
[?], can’t ride with the gang
(ice, ice)
[chorus]
kicking sh-t, just me and the gang
ran up some racks and i bought a new chain
my shooter on point, he got good aim
i want the money, f-ck the fame
can’t switch up on the gang
i walk in the club with the cl!ck-clack, bang
double cup filled up, sippin’ on purple rain
i’m global, switched it up, hop on a airplane
fully loaded bussdown, f-ck a plain jane
running to the guap so much that my ankle might sprain
all black foreign, feel like bruce wayne
my next grill, i’ma flood it by johnny dang
just popped two percs’, i don’t feel a thing
got lean in the club, ain’t drinkin’ no champagne
trap n-gga, that’s the way i remain
[verse 1]
pourin’ up drank in exotic pop
neck wet, sh-t look like a dock
balenciaga slippers, ain’t wearing no crocs
i drip everywhere, needa carry a mop
exotic in, you can come and shop
ain’t cuffin’ no hoe, with the gang i’m switch, swap
big diamonds on my wrist look like a raindrop
[chorus]
kicking sh-t, just me and the gang
ran up some racks and i bought a new chain
my shooter on point, he got good aim
i want the money, f-ck the fame
can’t switch up on the gang
i walk in the club with the cl!ck-clack, bang
double cup filled up, sippin’ on purple rain
i’m global, switched it up, hop on a airplane
fully loaded bussdown, f-ck a plain jane
running to the guap so much that my ankle might sprain
all black foreign, feel like bruce wayne
my next grill, i’ma flood it by johnny dang
just popped two percs’, i don’t feel a thing
got lean in the club, ain’t drinkin’ no champagne
trap n-gga, that’s the way i remain
[verse 2]
put some racks in the money counter
young n-gga clean like i jumped out the shower
rackaids on me like i’m selling powder
plays calling my phone every hour
n-ggas watching me like i’m on power
big nugs, look like cauliflower
shark in my lungs, ain’t smokin’ on sour
[chorus]
kicking sh-t, just me and the gang
ran up some racks and i bought a new chain
my shooter on point, he got good aim
i want the money, f-ck the fame
can’t switch up on the gang
i walk in the club with the cl!ck-clack, bang
double cup filled up, sippin’ on purple rain
i’m global, switched it up, hop on a airplane
fully loaded bussdown, f-ck a plain jane
running to the guap so much that my ankle might sprain
all black foreign, feel like bruce wayne
my next grill, i’ma flood it by johnny dang
just popped two percs’, i don’t feel a thing
got lean in the club, ain’t drinkin’ no champagne
trap n-gga, that’s the way i remain
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