Marc Papers - Tom Brady Lyrics

Uh huh chea
Uh huh chea uh huh chea
Uh huh chea
Chea
I got Championship rings like I'm Tom Brady
Mad rocky and they bling like I'm Tom Brady
Still reppin' the same team like I'm Tom Brady
Bad bitch on my arm nigga I'm Tom Brady
I got Championship rings like I'm Tom Brady
Mad rocky and they bling like I'm Tom Brady
Still reppin' the same team like I'm Tom Brady
Bad bitch on my arm nigga I'm Tom Brady
I'm the quarterback yes I need racks
So let me call the plays fall back
I ain't leaving nothing gimme all the stacks you know
Ten ten ten toes down Thassafack
I pray to god just to gimme the strength to keep the evil at length
I never worry bout nothing I always get what I'm meant
Cup of Henny I'm bent
Telling bitches my feelings txt messages sent
But when I'm sober again that's where my feelings just went
Nigga I'm just a savage f*ck a bish any language
Send her back to you damaged yeah
This that NY that trill shit don't get popped like pills bitch
I'm in command that drill shit Competition I'm killing it
Snatching all y'all mics
Do these rookies like they Taylor swift
That real shit back and all my homies yeah they feel the shit
I put my time in so I'm cocky
I'm the bomb like Nagasaki all you rappers do it sloppy
I got Championship rings like I'm Tom Brady
Mad Rocky and they bling like I'm Tom Brady
Still reppin' the same team like I'm Tom Brady
Bad bitch on my arm nigga I'm Tom Brady
I got Championship rings like I'm Tom Brady
Mad rocky and they bling like I'm Tom Brady
Still reppin' the same team like I'm Tom Brady
Bad bitch on my arm nigga I'm Tom Brady