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Yo Bryalle

New bitch, and she out my element
She heaven sent but I move quick
Been stuck in a deficit
Been pedaling, I ain't moving
Baby, come fuck with the moment
I am the goat, but you knew that already
My nigga pop like confetti
Got that off my chest, uh, so baby, tell me you ready (No change)
Uh, and she got that WAP just like Fetty
Got her in a choke, she moving already
Just told her to bear with me like my name teddy (Gimme that shit)
And I just talk on the beat, ain't shit I really be saying though
Like, I could go dye my hair red
Super Saiyan God what I'm saying though
And I need a super sane hoe
Gon' walk that bitch like, when I'm sliding out that coupe

(Yo Bryalle)
New bitch, and she out my element
(She heaven sent but I move quick)
She heaven sent but I move quick
Been pedaling, I ain't moving
She heaven sent but I move quick (Gimme that shit!)

How you gon' lie on your lil' brother name?
Nah nigga, fuck all that fame
Then you say, "Fuck me"
Like bitch, what the fuck, are you going insane?
Gon' walk that bitch like, when I'm sliding out that coupe
Like bitch, I'm having fun with it
Yeah I went ahead and hit a high note just because of it
Oh, oh (Just tell me the truth)

Back up in my element
Yeah, I was in love, but I found out she wasn't heaven sent
Crawled up out my deficit
That boy, we ain't checking him
He ain't no shooter, no TEC with him
(Lame ass boy, we flex on him)
(Oh, huh, oh, huh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

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