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paramount - bruhwhosjack lyrics

yeah, i still hang in the hood, but i made it out
i think your b*tch bad, i′m finna take her out
i don’t know why these lil n*ggas keep dissin for clout

he keep flexing that sh*t, then we takin em down
in the dmv ridin with the 50 round
groupie ass b*tch, yeah, i know that you get around
i got that bag in, and i get it out
you aint talkin bout money, n*gga, you got sh*tty mouth
i ain′t never met pepe, but my bro bought them ditties out
bad b*tch in my b&b, i’m finna d*ck her down
we havin real emotions, we the ones that they care about
baby, let’s make a movie, something like paramount
he keep talkin sh*t, hit his block and we air it out
better stand on your word, n*gga, no one gon spare you out

every state i go, i′m toetin weaponry
we can′t smoke in the whip, because bro got that felony
can’t talk sh*t, boy, you not on this pedigree
trippin if you think you gettin ahead of me
i get in that p*ssy, that sh*t was so heavenly
baby, i got the swag, the sauce, the recipe

i with my dog, my brother right next to me
speak on the cell, lil n*gga, then it′s recipe
arp, eat him up like applebee’s
drippin in designer, n*gga, yeah so casually
run up, run down, n*gga, it′s a casualty
pull up with that chopper on your block, it’s fatality
i′m with my twin, my brother, the other half of me
she suckin me good, she gettin the last of me

yeah, i still hang in the hood, but i made it out
i think your b*tch bad, i’m finna take her out
i don’t know why these lil n*ggas keep dissin for clout
he keep flexing that sh*t, then we takin em down
in the dmv ridin with the 50 round
groupie ass b*tch, yeah, i know that you get around
i got that bag in, and i get it out
you aint talkin bout money, n*gga, you got sh*tty mouth
i ain′t never met pepe, but my bro bought them ditties out
bad b*tch in my b&b, i′m finna d*ck her down
we havin real emotions, we the ones that they care about
baby, let’s make a movie, something like paramount
he keep talkin sh*t, hit his block and we air it out
better stand on your word, n*gga, no one gon spare you out

nah for real, hm n*gga
hurr, hurr
slime
what the f*ck bracken n*gga

- bruhwhosjack lyrics

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