BraZy
GG
Mister Lajan Ova Eaters
I'mma shooting star
But they wanna see me fall
It ain't hard for me to see that they don't want me going far
I was youngin' pulling cars
Now I'm pulling cards
I made a flip and took a risk
Ain't have a early start
I wake up and I send a brick
That's just what I do
They asking Brazy where you been at
I been going Kuu
Lowkey running bands they want me in the booth
And I been putting money up like I ain't got a roof
Turn up
Turn up
And you bet not turn me down
I got the Za in the bobs
I got that one shit on the ground
I tried to lace you before
Bet you gon listen to me now
And steady upping the score
My fire heady go rounds
Tap
Tap
And steady upping the score
My fire heady go rounds
Tap
Tap
I just sent the text Press
Boy you better get down
I had a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther King
Gotta grip
Gotta grip Jit
Gotta get this money
Gotta go and get it fast
If you don't have hustle you gon be down on yo' ass
You gotta make a way
Gotta go and get them racks
I know some people that went broke they out here selling ass (WTF)
That's the facts
That's the truth
And I ain't never lied
Bitches steading cap
And niggas always playing both sides
Got the lawn mower
I ain't never let no snake slide
(Never man)
Looking up at the stars
I ain't never seen shit
All I know is get this money
I'mma get my green quick
I ain't never been a runner
Had to take the lead bitch
(Facts)
But they don't like that
Type of nigga to fight back
Don't get your head cracked
Hitting like I'm Tank with that hook in that fight match
Hop up on the road in that whip do the whole dash
Baby pulling on me Telling me that we too fast
(Shit)
LOE BRZY - W.O.S (WISHING ONNA STAR) Lyrics
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BraZy
GG
Mister Lajan Ova Eaters
I'mma shooting star
But they wanna see me fall
It ain't hard for me to see that they don't want me going far
I was youngin' pulling cars
Now I'm pulling cards
I made a flip and took a risk
Ain't have a early start
I wake up and I send a brick
That's just what I do
They asking Brazy where you been at
I been going Kuu
Lowkey running bands they want me in the booth
And I been putting money up like I ain't got a roof
Turn up
Turn up
And you bet not turn me down
I got the Za in the bobs
I got that one shit on the ground
I tried to lace you before
Bet you gon listen to me now
And steady upping the score
My fire heady go rounds
Tap
Tap
And steady upping the score
My fire heady go rounds
Tap
Tap
I just sent the text Press
Boy you better get down
I had a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther King
Gotta grip
Gotta grip Jit
Gotta get this money
Gotta go and get it fast
If you don't have hustle you gon be down on yo' ass
You gotta make a way
Gotta go and get them racks
I know some people that went broke they out here selling ass (WTF)
That's the facts
That's the truth
And I ain't never lied
Bitches steading cap
And niggas always playing both sides
Got the lawn mower
I ain't never let no snake slide
(Never man)
Looking up at the stars
I ain't never seen shit
All I know is get this money
I'mma get my green quick
I ain't never been a runner
Had to take the lead bitch
(Facts)
But they don't like that
Type of nigga to fight back
Don't get your head cracked
Hitting like I'm Tank with that hook in that fight match
Hop up on the road in that whip do the whole dash
Baby pulling on me Telling me that we too fast
(Shit)
GG
Mister Lajan Ova Eaters
I'mma shooting star
But they wanna see me fall
It ain't hard for me to see that they don't want me going far
I was youngin' pulling cars
Now I'm pulling cards
I made a flip and took a risk
Ain't have a early start
I wake up and I send a brick
That's just what I do
They asking Brazy where you been at
I been going Kuu
Lowkey running bands they want me in the booth
And I been putting money up like I ain't got a roof
Turn up
Turn up
And you bet not turn me down
I got the Za in the bobs
I got that one shit on the ground
I tried to lace you before
Bet you gon listen to me now
And steady upping the score
My fire heady go rounds
Tap
Tap
And steady upping the score
My fire heady go rounds
Tap
Tap
I just sent the text Press
Boy you better get down
I had a dream
But I ain't Martin Luther King
Gotta grip
Gotta grip Jit
Gotta get this money
Gotta go and get it fast
If you don't have hustle you gon be down on yo' ass
You gotta make a way
Gotta go and get them racks
I know some people that went broke they out here selling ass (WTF)
That's the facts
That's the truth
And I ain't never lied
Bitches steading cap
And niggas always playing both sides
Got the lawn mower
I ain't never let no snake slide
(Never man)
Looking up at the stars
I ain't never seen shit
All I know is get this money
I'mma get my green quick
I ain't never been a runner
Had to take the lead bitch
(Facts)
But they don't like that
Type of nigga to fight back
Don't get your head cracked
Hitting like I'm Tank with that hook in that fight match
Hop up on the road in that whip do the whole dash
Baby pulling on me Telling me that we too fast
(Shit)
Writer: Blake Geffrard
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