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certified classic - young brndn lyrics

intro:
(sega)
yeah, yeah
yeah

chorus: young brndn
yeah this song is for the savages
type to pop a molly just to have it no cappin
i be at home just rapping relaxing
this sh*t be way to easy for me
i need a challenge (h*llo)
baby give it to me lemme have it
know that i only be with a bad b*tch
i’m tryna make the money baby stack it
all the bills wrapped in rubber bands call them rackades

verse 1: young brndn
(bro you need to chill out )
yeah yeah i call them rackades
b*tch i’m finna spin on em
like a beyblade
we can run the ones i’m not finna be packing
every single song i touch sh*t turns to magic
ion hear none of you goons i just hear static
all that sh*t is getting old that sh*t jurassic
i never struggle baby this sh*t be organic
yeah this sh*t a certified classic
chorus: young brndn
yeah this song is for the savages
type to pop a molly just to have it no cappin
i be at home just rapping relaxing
this sh*t be way to easy for me
i need a challenge
baby give it to me lemme have it
know that i only be with a bad b*tch
i’m tryna make the money baby stack it
all the bills wrapped in rubber bands call them rackades

verse 2: giraa
get that bag, get that cash, in my safe okay
she said that i’m not gonna make it b*tch imma win the race
got a new b*tch, but her head is not hitting the same
when i walk outside yeah i keep that stick i keep my kay
i’m tryna escape your love yeah i feel like kobe
i’m balling on that court, and you know i’m like ginóbili
he hating on my music but i know his girlfriend know me
addicted to the cash to the money that’s why i’m lonely
save me, from, the love
save me, from, your love
i think, that i, had enough
i think, that i, had enough

chorus: young brndn
yeah this song is for the savages
type to pop a molly just to have it no cappin
i be at home just rapping relaxing
this sh*t be way to easy for me
i need a challenge
baby give it to me lemme have it
know that i only be with a bad b*tch
i’m tryna make the money baby stack it
all the bills wrapped in rubber bands call them rackades

- young brndn lyrics

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