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Bravo! Video (MV)




Performed By: Lex Bratcher
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Alexis Bratcher




Lex Bratcher - Bravo! Lyrics
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They keep talking shit but I can't even find the reason
Rings on my fingers like I'm winning every season
Talking to the walls, always fighting all these demons
I'm too busy counting money to be talking to you heathens
Turn the heat up Cas my neck is on froze
She down for whatever so she doing what she knows
Keep your friends near But keep your enemies close
They say go out with a bang, Imma go out in a ghost
Okay I come through in the middle of the day
Popping off get me my shit like pronto
Niggas wanna play
Till they see me in the Wraith
Balling out on these niggas like Lonzo
Spent my birthday getting Yea, while in Cabo
Then get on the plane from the A to Toronto
Rich people things Going to a French play
I don't know what they said,
But I'm screaming out Bravo!
Pull up in that drop top
No roof but the coupe still a hot box,
Whole troop in the room looking at you perform
And we yelling out Oop! Cas you not hot
Got a group of some goons from the hard knocks
And Y'all doomed if they pull on that "Baa" "Baa"
Smoking gas in the back of the club just mobbing
Laughing at the haters haha
Cas
You Be off that F*ck Shit
Everybody smoke
But I'm the highest in the function
I be off that loud man you cannot even function
They gone hit my phone I swear they always off assumptions
Are you niggas kidding that's why y'all be off that son shit
You niggas run quick
Whenever we pull out that drum
Gone Pa rum pum pum pum shit
Got the speakers going dumb
And the club be bumping
And if I leave then close the party
Everybody coming
And all you hear outside is
They keep talking shit but I can't even find the reason
Rings on my fingers like I'm winning every season
Talking to the walls, always fighting all these demons
I'm too busy counting money to be talking to you heathens
Turn the heat up Cas my neck is on froze
She down for whatever so she doing what she knows
Keep your friends near But keep your enemies close
They say go out with a bang, Imma go out in a ghost
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They keep talking shit but I can't even find the reason
Rings on my fingers like I'm winning every season
Talking to the walls, always fighting all these demons
I'm too busy counting money to be talking to you heathens
Turn the heat up Cas my neck is on froze
She down for whatever so she doing what she knows
Keep your friends near But keep your enemies close
They say go out with a bang, Imma go out in a ghost
Okay I come through in the middle of the day
Popping off get me my shit like pronto
Niggas wanna play
Till they see me in the Wraith
Balling out on these niggas like Lonzo
Spent my birthday getting Yea, while in Cabo
Then get on the plane from the A to Toronto
Rich people things Going to a French play
I don't know what they said,
But I'm screaming out Bravo!
Pull up in that drop top
No roof but the coupe still a hot box,
Whole troop in the room looking at you perform
And we yelling out Oop! Cas you not hot
Got a group of some goons from the hard knocks
And Y'all doomed if they pull on that "Baa" "Baa"
Smoking gas in the back of the club just mobbing
Laughing at the haters haha
Cas
You Be off that F*ck Shit
Everybody smoke
But I'm the highest in the function
I be off that loud man you cannot even function
They gone hit my phone I swear they always off assumptions
Are you niggas kidding that's why y'all be off that son shit
You niggas run quick
Whenever we pull out that drum
Gone Pa rum pum pum pum shit
Got the speakers going dumb
And the club be bumping
And if I leave then close the party
Everybody coming
And all you hear outside is
They keep talking shit but I can't even find the reason
Rings on my fingers like I'm winning every season
Talking to the walls, always fighting all these demons
I'm too busy counting money to be talking to you heathens
Turn the heat up Cas my neck is on froze
She down for whatever so she doing what she knows
Keep your friends near But keep your enemies close
They say go out with a bang, Imma go out in a ghost
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Writer: Alexis Bratcher
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