Fake bitches
Fake briggas
I can't let em get to me
Smokin on the loud pack
Smokin on the Christmas tree
We got nine's
We got mags
We got glocks n them 223's
Remember when I used to starve
Now I need all my food please
I got audemar piguets
She claim that I get her wet
I feel like draymond
On the warriors I got that tech
They was sleepin on me
Briggas nappin on me
Yea they slept
Yea they was laughing at me
Briggas clowned on me
I ain't forget
It's a big body benz
Why you swervin in my lane
How you switched up on yo day ones for some fame
He want that bussdown
I want that Rollie plane Jane
That's my Brodie
That's my slimeball
Same thang
Brodie geeked up off a couple bars
And the lean
Hit her one time
That's my side hoe
Now she a fiend
She on gold boy
You a hoe boy
Your shit green
Yea I take off from the free throw
Like Zach Lavigne
I got fans now
Got them bands now
Don't use my hands now
Look at my stance now
The shit you used to do I know you can't now
Walk round like that brigga cause I know that I'm the man now
I don't ask no questions cause you know I understand now
Fake bitches
Fake briggas
I can't let em get to me
Smokin on the loud pack
Smokin on the Christmas tree
We got nine's
We got mags
We got glocks n them 223's
Remember when I used to starve
Now I need all my food please
I got audemar piguets
She claim that I get her wet
I feel like draymond
On the warriors I got that tech
They was sleepin on me
Briggas nappin on me
Yea they slept
Yea they was laughing at me
Briggas clowned on me
I ain't forget
Bromeo - Get to Me Lyrics
Bromeo - Get to Me Lyrics
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Fake bitches
Fake briggas
I can't let em get to me
Smokin on the loud pack
Smokin on the Christmas tree
We got nine's
We got mags
We got glocks n them 223's
Remember when I used to starve
Now I need all my food please
I got audemar piguets
She claim that I get her wet
I feel like draymond
On the warriors I got that tech
They was sleepin on me
Briggas nappin on me
Yea they slept
Yea they was laughing at me
Briggas clowned on me
I ain't forget
It's a big body benz
Why you swervin in my lane
How you switched up on yo day ones for some fame
He want that bussdown
I want that Rollie plane Jane
That's my Brodie
That's my slimeball
Same thang
Brodie geeked up off a couple bars
And the lean
Hit her one time
That's my side hoe
Now she a fiend
She on gold boy
You a hoe boy
Your shit green
Yea I take off from the free throw
Like Zach Lavigne
I got fans now
Got them bands now
Don't use my hands now
Look at my stance now
The shit you used to do I know you can't now
Walk round like that brigga cause I know that I'm the man now
I don't ask no questions cause you know I understand now
Fake bitches
Fake briggas
I can't let em get to me
Smokin on the loud pack
Smokin on the Christmas tree
We got nine's
We got mags
We got glocks n them 223's
Remember when I used to starve
Now I need all my food please
I got audemar piguets
She claim that I get her wet
I feel like draymond
On the warriors I got that tech
They was sleepin on me
Briggas nappin on me
Yea they slept
Yea they was laughing at me
Briggas clowned on me
I ain't forget
Fake briggas
I can't let em get to me
Smokin on the loud pack
Smokin on the Christmas tree
We got nine's
We got mags
We got glocks n them 223's
Remember when I used to starve
Now I need all my food please
I got audemar piguets
She claim that I get her wet
I feel like draymond
On the warriors I got that tech
They was sleepin on me
Briggas nappin on me
Yea they slept
Yea they was laughing at me
Briggas clowned on me
I ain't forget
It's a big body benz
Why you swervin in my lane
How you switched up on yo day ones for some fame
He want that bussdown
I want that Rollie plane Jane
That's my Brodie
That's my slimeball
Same thang
Brodie geeked up off a couple bars
And the lean
Hit her one time
That's my side hoe
Now she a fiend
She on gold boy
You a hoe boy
Your shit green
Yea I take off from the free throw
Like Zach Lavigne
I got fans now
Got them bands now
Don't use my hands now
Look at my stance now
The shit you used to do I know you can't now
Walk round like that brigga cause I know that I'm the man now
I don't ask no questions cause you know I understand now
Fake bitches
Fake briggas
I can't let em get to me
Smokin on the loud pack
Smokin on the Christmas tree
We got nine's
We got mags
We got glocks n them 223's
Remember when I used to starve
Now I need all my food please
I got audemar piguets
She claim that I get her wet
I feel like draymond
On the warriors I got that tech
They was sleepin on me
Briggas nappin on me
Yea they slept
Yea they was laughing at me
Briggas clowned on me
I ain't forget
Writer: romeo covarrubias
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