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letra de bruce wayne - zotiyac

[intro]
gi-gi-girlnextdoor
ayy, n-gga, what up? ayy
can’t feel this sh-t (brr), wait, sh-t, ayy
yeah
wow, for the win, that could be it (yeah)
ayy

[verse 1]
bulletproof, that ain’t gon’ save you, n-gga
i’m shootin’ through the roof (fah, fah)
hit yo’ top, let’s see yo’ dreams, he look like martin luther (yeah, yeah)
on my d-ck, then get the h-ll off
sayin’ i fell off, is you f-ckin’ stupid? (stupid)
b-tch, i made a hunnid fifty-thousand off this f-cking music, this year
ain’t no other n-gga from my city come like this here (ayy, ayy)
ayy, tell yo’ shawty, “f-ck up out my line,” lil’ bro, that b-tch weird (ayy-ayy, f-ck her)
i’m waiting on this check, f-ck out my face until that b-tch clear (ayy)
that ho odd as f-ck, i don’t even get her

[chorus]
i pull up in all black, just like bruce wayne (ayy, i’m bruce)
i don’t really f-ck with n-ggas (ayy), that be too lame
every chance that i done been through in this life that made me insane (ayy)
the crib look like i’m batman, all black on like i’m bruce wayne (ayy, ayy, ayy)
[verse 2]
i pull up in all black (black), just like bruce wayne (just like bruce)
one thing on my mind, just guns and money, guess that’s two things
pulled up in that big body (skrrt), take up two lanes (skrrt, skrrt)
boy, don’t trust that thot, that b-tch gon’ blow a n-gga like hussein (ayy, ayy)
swear that b-tch a bop
lil’ yac come through, n-ggas starin’, yeah they be nervous (them n-ggas nervous)
i ain’t from the east, i tote that .50 like i’m curtis (keep that .50)
yeah, walk around with chop’, i cut yo’ sh-t up like a surgeon (cut yo’ sh-t up)
brought poles like election, hit that block and then we purge it (hit that block)
ayy, if it’s one thing you can bet, i’m always clutchin’ (n-gga)
that money on my mind like 25/8, i’m always touchin’ (ayy)
yeah, give a f-ck ’bout what these n-ggas say, it’s always nothing
don’t trust that dirty b-tch because these b-tches always f-cking (b-tches always f-ck)
he was in a rush, i put that boy up in my russian (ayy)
ball play like we in new york, i might smoke you out in public (smokin’ weed, ayy)
ride around like jay-z ’cause this .44 that i’m tucking (buh, buh)
had yo’ b-tch-ass on a t-shirt for some promo, n-gga f-ck it (f-ck it, b-tch-ass)

[chorus]
i pull up in all black (n-gga, ayy), just like bruce wayne (think i’m bruce)
one thing on my mind, just guns and money, guess that’s two things (guns and money)
i don’t really f-ck with n-ggas (don’t f-ck with n-ggas, at all), that be too lame
the sh-t that i done been through in this life that made me insane (yeah)
yeah, yeah

- zotiyac

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