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Bobby Brown

 

Bobby Brown

(album: Mumble Rap - 2017)


Yeah, hold up, yeah

Yeah, fighting for the '98, now I'm in that 2 percent
Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again
Hoping it's confusion, I can't afford to lose again
Real life, no Superman, that's why the villains usually win
They just want our soul, so I get home and pop some Luther in
Rapping on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans
Check my net worth, I don't need the network
I'm burning holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turning hoes into thousand dollar experts
If you hating suck a dick until your neck hurt
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, but it's too expensive
She said that money was a new religion
Paper multiplying, we don't do division
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a bitch to ride the moustache

Like Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul

She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hitting, I'm the one you missing
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hitting, (I'm the one you missin')

I'm way too old for new love
I'm chasing new bucks
Plus my heart too cold for Nubuck
You hoes should suit up
Swear this shit is like a new drug
And I'm the new plug
Flow so dope that you could shoot up
Stay low and move up
And my drop shit pop, I'm too clutch
I'm taking too much
Pull up with that [?], who been gassing you up?
Bitch you supposed to hold me down, what's been holding you up?
Either way I don't give two fucks, you ain't worth two nuts
Sam told me so much, Diddy told me no rush
No luck, sorry Puff, I'm in Ferraris doing donuts
This feeling got me so numb
XO the clique, they won't touch
Yeah MCM can't touch the water he might fuck his gold up
Hold up, there's love inside this styrofoam cup
I been running through your mind and that's what fucked my soul up
Smoking like I ain't got no lungs, I started so young
College bitches going so dumb, suck my dick like no gums

She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul

She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hitting, I'm the one you missing
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hitting

done

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