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specialist - offset jim & bravo the bagchaser lyrics

[intro]
(dtb, that’s a slap)

[verse 1: offset jim]
i swear to god this sh*t be easy to me, like ridin’ a bike
i forgot to text her back, i was high as a kite
askin’ if i want the p*ssy, yeah, b*tch, i just might
i just stumbled in the kitchen, dropped a four in my sprite, ayy
me and yosh ride down rodeo, pockets heavy, you guessed it
when it come to talkin’ sh*t, b*tch, you know i’m a specialist (ayy)
when it come to totin’ guns, b*tch, you know i’m a weapon*ist
p*ssy rapper, stay away, i don’t need your acceptance (ayy)

[chorus: offset jim]
fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
left an ar and a draco posted in the west
fresh up off thе jet, eight thousand in my sweats
lеft an ar and a draco posted in the west

[verse 2: offset jim]
policin’ on that p*ssy ain’t gon’ stop her from choosin’
i been so caught up in winnin’, how the f*ck can i lose it?
load after load, i’m gettin’ it straight
i be really in the field, f*ck playin’ it safe
b*tch, i’m everything that’s in my music
went gold up in the trap for servin’ users
i heard you had a bag and blew it
i could never be you n*ggas livin’ clueless
[chorus: offset jim & bravo the bagchaser]
fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
left an ar and a draco posted in the west
p*ssy rapper, stay away, i don’t need your acceptance (what up, jim?)
when it come to talkin’ sh*t, b*tch, you know i’m a specialist

[verse 3: bravo the bagchaser]
fresh off the tour bus, the opps can’t handle us (nah, they can’t handle us)
i ain’t f*ckin’ with you b*tches ’cause you scandalous (b*tch, you scandalous)
i been sippin’ on the wock’, i miss the actavis (i miss the act’)
ratchet on me, baby, i be on that ratchet sh*t
i could pull out some guap, and you can’t match this sh*t (you can’t match that)
i’ll still run up in your crib and flip the mattress, b*tch
racks on me, f*ck rap, i’m still passin’, b*tch (i’m still passin’)
two sticks on my waist, ain’t no lackin’, b*tch (no lackin’)
i ain’t never changed, b*tch, i don’t think i will (think i will)
i ain’t gotta pay my shooters, they just like to k!ll (like to drill)
your b*tch chose up on you, how that make you feel? (how you feel?)
you n*ggas still out here broke, this sh*t can’t be real
every time i leave the crib, i got the drakey with me (got that b*tch with me)
i don’t play about sh*t, don’t be playin’ with me (hmm)
every time i leave the crib, i got the drakey with me (ayy)
i don’t play about sh*t, don’t be playin’ with me

[chorus: offset jim]
fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
left an ar and a draco posted in the west
p*ssy rapper, stay away, i don’t need your acceptance
when it come to talkin’ sh*t, b*tch, you know i’m a specialist

- offset jim bravo the bagchaser lyrics

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