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bradley beal - phil adé lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
this year i’m at it again
back to the rappin’ and pack in advance
n*ggas that thought i would be dappin’ was talkin’ and laughin’
i ain’t seen it happenin’ since
i get the bag and then pass it to friends
head to the back in the back of a benz
you catchin’ me lackin’ is lackin’ the patience
yo’ hatred it ain’t gone adept to the end (hm)
louis sample, [?] ample
talk to me wrong, ooh you gamble
got to be gone if you a handful
better save that sh*t for fan duel
can’t pay you then i can’t move
i do [?] fronts, you do cancun
if you can’t quit then you can’t lose
if you did, we ain’t live by the same rulеs
same n*gga, chain bigger
same streets, switch lanеs quicker
can’t beat champagne liquor
eves saints got eight zippers
bonjour then it’s bon soir
used to get the head in my mom car
don’t judge me, i know that it’s awful
thank god she only listen to gospel
armor park, wanna park that (hm)
i’m where the wolf and the shark at (hm)
n*ggas right here need jesus christ
still clean up nice like a barback
montcler with dior runners
rubber band around pure hunnids
i take risks, get more from it
duck fears and court summons
[chorus]
sadly still, rather than bein’ inspired
these n*ggas conspire to have me k!lled
back in silver spring it was cluck you chicken and happy meals
now my deal half a mill’
got my team in the ddor, i’m leading scorer, bradley beal

[verse 2]
look, my only goal is makin’ sure the whole team rise
most you n*gga’s hoes and felines
only goal is to show that each time
you n*ggas fail, you fold and keep cryin’
n*gga’s sober won’t let me shine
just want my show to go get me high
you thought i dropped the ball and that’s it
but i’m still here kickin’ like jet li prime
n0ble chapters, the boy a factor
ignore me then, than ignore me after
i got some dollars, i’m trynna ball out
above the border and i don’t mean raptors
i’m more like a wizard wit’ it
creatin’ some’ from nothin’ when i kick the bucket then all of my kids’ll get it
aside from me, there ain’t no bigger critics
so, f*ck what you say
word to my cup of duce
i’mma roll up a few j’s
flyin’ my shorty from jersey and cuddle and f*ck a few days
my n*gga talkin’ two k
yo n*gga tough in’ 2k
you don’t want ’em get on the six
they playin’ wit’ heat, you playin wit’ nicks, dimes, eyes relayin’ the bricks
[chorus]
sadly still, rather than bein’ inspired
these n*ggas conspire to have me k!lled
back in silver spring it was cluck you chicken and happy meals
now my deal half a mill’
got my team in the ddor, i’m leading scorer, bradley beal

[outro]
who got ya?
who got ya?
who got ya?

- phil ade lyrics

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