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letra de bracket - young swavey

these n-gg-s be talking
but ain’t in my bracket
i whip out 100 that sh-t like a packet
n-gg-s can’t stop me
this sh-t meant to happen
you n-gg-s can’t get it cuz y’all n-gg- cappin
when i drop my sh-t
ain’t gone be no more na nappin
city to city collecting the backend
i shop when i’m there
i don’t never do packing
try to run up you get wet like a napkin
im f-cking yo b-tch i just want me so action
can’t get a dollars on d-ck that she catching
yof only set that we reppin
we throwin up 30 ain’t talking no stephen
get to the bag i ain’t got time for the stressin
vlone supreme every time that i’m dressing
yo b-tch wanna f-ck and she got to undressing
just want the neck and i’m on to the next one
said that i’m boujie i ain’t even flexing
hit that lil b-tch at the top of the westin
my diamonds cost more then what you been investing
just started rappin i guess it was destine
want more than one
she gotta come with the rest
drippin so hard from the east to the west
nut on her face and i left her i mess
she said that young swavey
that you is the best
get to the bag but i can not bless
pull up i hop out struct in a test
working to hard to come out with less
i walk with the stick you gone need you a vest
sh-t the f-ck yo lil b-tch you a pest
all of my n-gg-s we come with the press
chokers they hit all on my neck
i want the rarri or i want the vet
just left miami a movie
these n-gg-s can’t stop me can’t move me
all of my jeans be suv
i get in my bag you gone lose me
half of these n-gg-s be fuzzy
run up get hit with the uzi
b-tch you ain’t bad you ain’t boujie
yo n-gg- still rocking that coogie (aye)
i will not pay for no coochie
unless that b-tch look like kurhcke
b-tch i stay drippin in gucci
those not real diamonds those ruby’s
all at my shows i see b–bies
sipping that wick got me snoozy
put his -ss out like a losey
counting this check don’t reduce me (aye)
i just be higher than sp-ce
can’t f-ck with that b-tch she two face
don’t p-ss me that blunt if it’s lace
i’m eating on n-gg-s say grace (yeah)
i got a b-tch her name grace putin that d-ck in her face
wake up i smoke me a 8th
dropping the ash on my bape
i got the dreads what i tape
these n-gg-s wanna copy my look
i pull up i have n-gg-s shook
the gang get out have n-gg-s book
my slipping my sauce watch me c-ck
i am a vet n-gg-s rooks
yo b-tch she just came she got took
i’m shooting my shot like d book gang
slatt sh-t

- young swavey

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