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different bracket - molly brazy lyrics

raw ‘caine, baby

[verse 1: nuk]
from a source i heard you take it
i’ma show her how we ball, i got her court side with the gangstas
from a source they heard we make it
in the trap i’m catching b*lls like i’m a shortstop, i’m with …
we put up thirty*three like danny grainger
boy, i really play the heels, i put a trap out for his ranges
i got a b*tch that’s out of town sellin’ dope, boy, i’m the man
they know i got that type of money that turns coach into a benz (pff…heh)
you sell 8*b*lls by the tenth
boy, the only time i fiend is withdrawals, atm
i can outsell you alone
when i take it out the pie, watch how ouncе sale hit the phone
pop a pеrc and then i wear her out, do her like it’s fashion
while i call her wildlife, she got a p*ssy like a badger
we hit the mall and spend it all, we do not like the hassle
crew with i with got a drac’/drake and i’m gon’ do you like degrassi
[chorus: g.t.]
ay, yeah, ay
ay, this real money, not that little sh*t you like flashin’
bust a bag down then rap about it [?] fashion
b*tch heard me talking money, she thought i was bragging
just know i’m getting chicken with some extra cabbage
fifty on me, all [?] like i’m doing taxes
new whip, dark tint when i’m out in traffic
hit the road where i’m going, bro, you know i tax ’em
don’t even talk about no pay, we in a different…

[verse 2: molly brazy]
broke n*ggas and they’re f*cked, did they tell you they was dreaming?
get a hole to your n*gga, b*tch, i bet he leave me
bad b*tch, every time i drip it’s new season
all y’all hoes weak, b*tch, you probably the weakest
lashes on fleek, face beat, neck blingin’
expensive*ass bunnies, [?] inches, i’ll sling it
my n*gga love this p*ssy, always saying i’m a demon
get another code, b*tch, we gon’ tag team him
new bag with the shoes, b*tch, you know i need it
hit the set with all blues, b*tch, you know i’m eatin’
little b*tch, she looking at me, thinks she want to eat it
hating*ass broke hoes, mad they want to be me
you know about the gang, drop classics and sh*t
bad b*tches on the ‘gram double*tapping my pics
and all the rich n*ggas want to cast me some sh*t
if you a ham, get you robbed, call the gang on the l!ck
[chorus: g.t.]
ay, this real money, not that little sh*t you like flashin’
bust a bag down then rap about it [?] fashion
b*tch heard me talking money, she thought i was bragging
just know i’m getting chicken with some extra cabbage
fifty on me, all [?] like i’m doing taxes
new whip, dark tint when i’m out in traffic
hit the road, where i’m going, bro, you know i’ll tax ’em
don’t even talk about no pay, we’re in a different bracket

- molly brazy lyrics

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