Brazy Bitch E

Oh, thank you, Benjamin. Thank you. We coulda been a good couple. We coulda had something special. But you one crazy-ass bitch. Hey, you made this for real? I left lil' mama in the past, ain't no Love lost She gotta pay to have my time, I told her, "Love costs" Yeah, my love costs, But ain't no love lost put the blame on Me, said it's my fault To be honest, it's Obvious, don't need binoculars That you gon' run the Streets and you just wanna be popular I could Be poppin' shit, not droppin' shit, just let the Chopper spit But I believe I could fly, Spread my wings Not just blast off like a Rocket ship Don't get past the opposite 'cause we Demolish 'em Baby, let a nigga breathe, She be callin' him Every nigga had a brazy Bitch, this for all of 'em Lil' fetty shoot Like Ray Allen, the old way Celtic I was Born for this shit, I always felt it Ball Out for the pain but it don't help it Where the love at? Actually, fuck love, Where the drugs at? 'Cause these hoes bootsy They Don't got no intellect 'cause I attract hoochies All These niggas copy me, I feel like Tunechi It's A no-go if it ain't about the oochies Step Down up in Saks with a light loaf Nah, I don't wanna fuck, I just bite throat Top Down on the bitch while I'm blowin' dope I Can't love a bitch 'cause the money what I Love most I'm a hustler, baby, I'm hella innovative Ho, you see these diamonds on my body for An indication In the coupe switchin' lanes 'cause I'm into racin' And that bitch gotta go 'cause I need a payment I left lil' mama in The past, ain't no love lost She gotta pay To have my time, I told her, "Love costs" Yeah, my love costs, but ain't no love lost She put the blame on me, said it's my Fault To be honest, it's obvious, don't need Binoculars That you gon' run the streets and you Just wanna be popular I could be poppin' shit, Not droppin' shit, just let the chopper spit But I believe I could fly, spread my wings Not Just blast off like a rocket ship Don't get Up past the opposite 'cause we demolish 'em Baby, Let a nigga breathe, she be callin' him Every Nigga had a brazy bitch, this for all of 'em Try to put the blame on me and I start shootin' Don't got money for my pockets And I start bootin' I heard she start boostin' Give me Pogs on Louis Get my shirt from Target and get my drawers from Zumiez Baby girl, I heard that you a thotty, I just want Some coochie Let's get smoky, I got gas, pass Your boy a loose leaf I start talkin' 'bout My past, it sound like a movie We don't Fuck with the one niggas, man, them niggas goofy Fuck the opposition, when we see 'em, we gon' Get 'em We ain't givin' out no passes even If you hangin' with 'em These my brothers, these My killers, if must, yeah, that's my nigga Ain't Gotta ask about no lawyer 'cause I know that He gon' blow for Why y'all niggas sendin' pop Shots? Fifty in the slingshot Fuck the bitch, I Need the cash, PayPal or the Green Dot She Said she like my style, keep a Glock with A tank top Bitch, I'm on the same block And we gon' make the rain stop I left Lil' mama in the past, ain't no love lost She gotta pay to have my time, I told Her, "Love costs" Yeah, my love costs, but ain't No love lost She put the blame on me, Said it's my fault To be honest, it's obvious, Don't need binoculars That you gon' run the streets And you just wanna be popular I could be Poppin' shit, not droppin' shit, just let the Chopper spit But I believe I could fly, Spread my wings Not just blast off like a Rocket ship Don't get up past the opposite 'cause We demolish 'em Baby, let a nigga breathe, She be callin' him Every nigga had a brazy Bitch, this for all of 'em J, ayy, This for all of 'em Bad brazy bitch, she Pop out tires and do all of that She See a nigga fuckin' up this bag so she Haulin' ass I met her at the club and She like, "Fuck hey, I'm with all that" No Rap cat, we in this section and we got It on Tell them lil' hoes to bring that Pussy, take these dollars home I do not have A number, I ain't got a phone I hit Her at the room and let her go like, "Bitch, I gotta go" I can still gangbang and Rap, this just another flow Stackin' up that paper, That bitch taller than a midget though Stackin' up That paper, that bitch taller than a midget though I'm slidin' in that Charger with that carbon, they Ain't even know I left lil' mama in the Past, no love lost She gotta pay to have My time, I told her, "Love costs" Yeah, my Love costs, but ain't no love lost She put The blame on me, said it's my fault To Be honest, it's obvious, don't need binoculars That You gon' run the streets and you just wanna Be popular I could be poppin' shit, not droppin' Shit, just let the chopper spit But I believe I could fly, spread my wings Not just blast Off like a rocket ship Don't get up past The opposite 'cause we demolish 'em Baby, let a Nigga breathe, be callin' him Every nigga had a Brazy bitch, this for all of 'em