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bruce wayne - koujas lyrics

[intro]
(desire, b*tch, haha)
sh*t yeah, yeah, yeah ah

[chorus]
got some real codeine in my cup
and my b*tch bad, she gon’ run it up
got that bulldog, so don’t try ya’ luck
and you down bad, need to grow up
it’s some dirty up in my soda
i got more bread than my locals
and she stuck on the wall like a poster
and you stay doin’ what you ‘posed to
[verse]
i got two phones wit’ twenty hours
i got big knots in the bankroll
and i’m too hot, need a fan, oh
big dog, gotta let ’em know
and you too fed, gotta let you go
and i love you, had to let you know, oh
i can’t let you go, had to let you know, oh
and my money long like bruce wayne
you can catch me ridin’ in that new thing
off the opiates in that mustang
and i’m kickin’ sh*t wit’ yo’ boo thang
and she too bad, i’ma paint her face
in that amg, do you wanna race?
and you goin’ sad, you a disgrace
and i told hеr i need some sp*ce
you can nevеr say how it is (b*tch, haha)
my diamonds bust wit’ a cool tint
and my ex mad i’m on new sh*t
and her new man he a [?]
and i stack my money, that’s just how it is
i got more bread than the president
and i’m kickin’ sh*t, so elegant
she too bad, so i’m f*ckin’ in
some moncler, not no vetements
and i’m pullin’ up to yo’ residence
and it’s too late just to reminisce
and i’m on five pills, got a deathwish
they keep tellin’ me i’m so arrogant
and i hit his ho, he like him again
and they talkin’ down like they relevant
if it’s not money talk it’s not prevalent
i’m a big dog, yeah, that’s evident
we gonna leave you gone wit’ no evidence
he was talkin’ down, yeah, that’s prejudice
and this glock g*y, it’s gon’ give you a kiss
i had to quit the drugs, i was hesitant
and your songs trash, got no relevance
and i’m mixin’ drugs, yeah, the medicine
and i’m like a chemist with these elements
and i’m sparkin’ the wood like a candle
and the g2 got no manners
if it went down could you handle?
and my money long [?]
bring my brother [?] out the [?]
i got way too much in my maner
and i’m rockin’ out, heavy metal
she suck it good, i’ll give her a medal
[chorus]
got some real codeine in my cup (b*tch, haha)
and my b*tch bad, she gon’ run it up
got that bulldog, so don’t try ya’ luck
and you down bad, need to grow up
it’s some dirty up in my soda
i got more bread than my locals
and she stuck on the wall like a poster
and you stay doin’ what you ‘posed to
(b*tch, haha)

- koujas lyrics

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