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bronclair
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(You have no heart)
Yeah, go
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ask me how I'm goin' up and progressing
Big ass stomach and no money, that's depressing (that's depressing)
Throw some shots up and they told me be progressive
He need some insurance, got no straps, he defenseless
Self produced, self entitled, bitch I'm like that
Born in Broward, that's my hood put that on my back
Self produced, self entitled, bitch I'm like that
Born in Broward, that's my hood put that on my back
Yeah
Got too many clothes, too many shoes
You lame, be making these bitches some food
Don't fuck with us, I'mma grab my toolie
You niggas some lames, you dorks, you losers
All of your bitch is fuckin' on live
War zone screaming, go outside
Like, trust me nigga, you're not that guy
Fuckin' your bitch, now I leave like bye
Shape shift, nigga turned to a goat
Only take dubs, you already know
Designer on me, like I'm wearing Rick Owen's
Pack that boy, yeah, watch him fold
Bron and Jaydes, yeah we on go
You talkin' that shit, we gon' break down your door
God damn nigga, almost sold your soul
Choppa up to his throat
Switch it up, live my life full of vein
All these hoes gon' switch up, when they see the racks
Act just like a bitch, huh?
Talkin' crazy, choppa handy, mending, it's gon' fix her
I would jugg your spot, my niggas do it can't risk it
Ballin' just like a lil' piston
Top of this shit with some pistols
Set up the .40, these niggas ain't listen
I ain't know that was your bitch
Nobody told me, including her
In the end, bitches around me, she's doing it slow
Ask me how I'm goin' up and progressing
Big ass stomach and no money, that's depressing (that's depressing)
Throw some shots up and they told me be progressive
He need some insurance, got no straps, he defenseless
Self produced, self entitled, bitch I'm like that
Born in Broward, that's my hood put that on my back
Self produced, self entitled, bitch I'm like that
Born in Broward, that's my hood put that on my back
Yeah
Your boy wanna be up next, sorry he can't, trust
And we know what you about, and your shit
You got no friends, yeah
Fuck your SC, your IG and your twitter
Yeah, only going up, yeah I'm only getting bigger
Nigga you not a loser, but shit, you ain't a winner
Get this money fast, yeah I get this money quicker
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah