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Letra
(Damn, FINNGOTIT)
I'm at the top, now smoke my deads, you chiefing 'cause I do it
The say, "Bri got so much motion," I say, "Boo, it's nothin' to it"
Scary hos tying their hand, If I throw a rock, I make sure you know that I throw it
Claimin' you better than me? I stay in her dreams, 'cause that's the only way you'll pursue it
I don't tangle in matts, I'm out of his hair, so he dread when he see me in town
Strut like Naomi, I'm pretty and poppin', they stoppin' in traffic and lookin' us down
The people go crazy like apes in the crowd
Like they stompin' the yard, got them shakin' the ground
Hearin' the drum, go berserk on the beat, they lovin' the voice and I'm lovin' the sound
Shootin' his shot and he said I'm an angel, he bought me some Kit-Kats, Hersheys and Reese's
Holdin' it down for me, not a nigga, you lookin' for Yandy, want somethin' in DC's
I know you can't help it, let's face it, I know you want me, your girl wanna be me
I'm finna shit on these niggas, I think I got it from right here, Bri3
I don't give a damn about shit, but bucks, I come with a couple, I'm leavin' with double
Whole bunch of bad hoes in my room, my point to ask, "Are you ready to rumble?"
Slip in a triple, we chased 'til he tumbled, he think he the shit, so I'm burstin' his bubble
I know that I say this a lot, but if you hangin' with them, fuck
You makin' me hot, girl, I don't wanna cuddle
You might get shot, buddy, I don't wanna tussle
Thirsty girl, she done ripped me out my clothes, this lil' bitch got muscle
Man, you niggas in trouble, I been watchin' the opps ass struggle
You tryna kill without no money, brother, you missin' a piece to the puzzle
I'm at the top, now smoke my deads, you chiefing 'cause I do it
The say, "Bri3 got so much motion," I say, "Boo, it's nothin' to it"
Scary hos tying their hand, If I throw a rock, I make sure you know that I throw it
Claimin' you better than me? I stay in her dreams, that's the only place you'll pursue it (huh?)
Get it Bri3 (go me), get it Bri3 (go me)
Get it Bri3 (go me), get it Bri3 (go me)
Get it lil' Chief (uh), get it lil' Chief (uh)
Get it lil' Chief (uh), get it lil' Chief (uh)
Where the drums at? (Bow)
Where the drums at? (Bow)
Where the drums at? (Bow)
Where the drums at? (Bow)
Bring the drums in (ay)
Bring the drums in (ay)
Bring the drums in (ay)
Bring the drums in (ay)
Nigga, don't give me that look, if my boo see you give me that look, then your chain gettin' took
What can you do for me? If you don't know how to clean or know how to cook?
I will if you pull out a stack on the youngest in charge, I'm the captain, I'm leavin' hos hooked
Boy, I'm the youngest in charge, smoke him like a cigar, I'm leavin' 'em shook (smokin' his ass)
I'm at the scene, I won't tell what I seen, I ain't snitchin', it's nothin' to mention
I'm causin' a friction with motion, I walk in the room, I demand the attention
I'm always one step up, I'm sensing deceit, I be knowin' intentions
I don't see no competition, I'm out of this orbit, a different dimension
Bring the drums in
(Brrt-bum-bum-bum-bum)
Writer(s): Artem Raschepkin, Jayden Jones, Finn Sutton, Vyacheslav Voevodin, Abria Parrish
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