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Brazy - Windows Tint Lyrics



Brazy - Windows Tint Lyrics
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Aye lil bitch it's Brazy, I'm so faded, bitch I'm lit
Make her give me top, we in traffic, windows tint
I do what I want, can't nobody tell me shit
Niggas sending hits, guess they mad I'm on my shit
Riding foreign, roll up backwoods when I'm bored
I remember, pulling up Honda Accord
Ice my wrist, no this shit you can't afford
I throw that money in the air, make it storm
They doubt me and they hate me but still love me all the same
I keep my circle tight, can't never fall out like these lames
Money on mind, first thing I wake up on my brain
Quit to cut you off, ain't really much left to explain
Quick to knock you off, he talking reckless I'm ashamed
All I did was keep it real with all these niggas then they changed
But I'm never tripping, know it's just part of the game
I stepped up in this bitch and they already know my name
I can't never trip, ain't talking money
He broker than bitch, that boy a junkie
I pour me up a 4 now I'm on snooze
She naked soon as I walk in the room
All I do is win, I never lose
I can't trust no bitch, I know they chose
I knew that nigga grew up silver spoon
So how the f*ck that nigga he a goon?
You a hoe, stay in yo' feelings, what the f*ck?
Get that check, I f*ck it up, you f*ck it up
Best believe that when it's beef, no I don't duck
I don't argue, I don't fight, bitch I bust
Aye lil bitch it's Brazy, I'm so faded, bitch I'm lit
Make her give me top, we in traffic, windows tint
I do what I want, can't nobody tell me shit
Niggas sending hits, guess they mad I'm on my shit
Riding foreign, roll up backwoods when I'm bored
I remember, pulling up Honda Accord
Ice my wrist, no this shit you can't afford
I throw that money in the air, make it storm
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Aye lil bitch it's Brazy, I'm so faded, bitch I'm lit
Make her give me top, we in traffic, windows tint
I do what I want, can't nobody tell me shit
Niggas sending hits, guess they mad I'm on my shit
Riding foreign, roll up backwoods when I'm bored
I remember, pulling up Honda Accord
Ice my wrist, no this shit you can't afford
I throw that money in the air, make it storm
They doubt me and they hate me but still love me all the same
I keep my circle tight, can't never fall out like these lames
Money on mind, first thing I wake up on my brain
Quit to cut you off, ain't really much left to explain
Quick to knock you off, he talking reckless I'm ashamed
All I did was keep it real with all these niggas then they changed
But I'm never tripping, know it's just part of the game
I stepped up in this bitch and they already know my name
I can't never trip, ain't talking money
He broker than bitch, that boy a junkie
I pour me up a 4 now I'm on snooze
She naked soon as I walk in the room
All I do is win, I never lose
I can't trust no bitch, I know they chose
I knew that nigga grew up silver spoon
So how the f*ck that nigga he a goon?
You a hoe, stay in yo' feelings, what the f*ck?
Get that check, I f*ck it up, you f*ck it up
Best believe that when it's beef, no I don't duck
I don't argue, I don't fight, bitch I bust
Aye lil bitch it's Brazy, I'm so faded, bitch I'm lit
Make her give me top, we in traffic, windows tint
I do what I want, can't nobody tell me shit
Niggas sending hits, guess they mad I'm on my shit
Riding foreign, roll up backwoods when I'm bored
I remember, pulling up Honda Accord
Ice my wrist, no this shit you can't afford
I throw that money in the air, make it storm
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Writer: Demetri Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Brazy
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Demetri Bell

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