Bratt
Yo
I came up out the coochie bad
No race or competition
But I'm raising flags
Guess I been a problem
Yes, I been a fag
Swooped in and saved the game
And now they super mad
Big Bam
Hottest
Get a sick tan
Big bands
Big dick
Bitches been a big fan
Wrist bands
Can't kick with you niggas
On cancan
He said boy you cute up in your Lanvan
Bitch it's Lanvin
Now step it up
Hard to look this good on the regular
My shit unlimited
Like my cellular
One fifty seven
But ima sell you large
Left palm itching
So I'm waiting on the money
Right palms out
Niggas can't get nothing from me
Guess they falling short
Kevin heart
Niggas funny
Throwing buckets
On a chum, fast
Till he crash dummy
I been through the motherf*cking
Trenches like a troop
In Afghanistan
You niggas stranger than the show
That be on Netflix
A bunch of actors
No Brad's Pitts
If you ain't get it
Nigga get this
Rap ebooneezer
F*ck a nice to meet ya
If you bad then I'll do ya
Pockets giving arugula
Hella mulah
Sitting on my medulla
Dick in your oblangata
Pussy drip lemon agua
In God we trust
But god knows I don't trust these niggas
Prayers over my family, friends
And all my figures
Niggas can't compare to me
I guess it figures
Might just take your nigga home
We clicking like ruby slippers
And they still can't rap
Bar none
Step into the booth
And copped a charge for arson
Swear I'm only speaking cash
Beg ya pardon
I get my sixes back in Philly
Like I'm Harden
I body everybody
With the lyrics
And the body
Realest nigga I embody
Rob a soul
Up out his body
Picky with my time and
Pussy sing like Pavarotti
I'm the baddest in the industry
I might be Illuminati
Prolly stay strapped
Like safe belts
I'm shining on you niggas
Everyday till they face melt
Pushing harder
Making more moves
Than a eight count
Spilling tea
I should've ordered more than a eight ounce
Bambihanna - THE LANDING Lyrics
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Bratt
Yo
I came up out the coochie bad
No race or competition
But I'm raising flags
Guess I been a problem
Yes, I been a fag
Swooped in and saved the game
And now they super mad
Big Bam
Hottest
Get a sick tan
Big bands
Big dick
Bitches been a big fan
Wrist bands
Can't kick with you niggas
On cancan
He said boy you cute up in your Lanvan
Bitch it's Lanvin
Now step it up
Hard to look this good on the regular
My shit unlimited
Like my cellular
One fifty seven
But ima sell you large
Left palm itching
So I'm waiting on the money
Right palms out
Niggas can't get nothing from me
Guess they falling short
Kevin heart
Niggas funny
Throwing buckets
On a chum, fast
Till he crash dummy
I been through the motherf*cking
Trenches like a troop
In Afghanistan
You niggas stranger than the show
That be on Netflix
A bunch of actors
No Brad's Pitts
If you ain't get it
Nigga get this
Rap ebooneezer
F*ck a nice to meet ya
If you bad then I'll do ya
Pockets giving arugula
Hella mulah
Sitting on my medulla
Dick in your oblangata
Pussy drip lemon agua
In God we trust
But god knows I don't trust these niggas
Prayers over my family, friends
And all my figures
Niggas can't compare to me
I guess it figures
Might just take your nigga home
We clicking like ruby slippers
And they still can't rap
Bar none
Step into the booth
And copped a charge for arson
Swear I'm only speaking cash
Beg ya pardon
I get my sixes back in Philly
Like I'm Harden
I body everybody
With the lyrics
And the body
Realest nigga I embody
Rob a soul
Up out his body
Picky with my time and
Pussy sing like Pavarotti
I'm the baddest in the industry
I might be Illuminati
Prolly stay strapped
Like safe belts
I'm shining on you niggas
Everyday till they face melt
Pushing harder
Making more moves
Than a eight count
Spilling tea
I should've ordered more than a eight ounce
Yo
I came up out the coochie bad
No race or competition
But I'm raising flags
Guess I been a problem
Yes, I been a fag
Swooped in and saved the game
And now they super mad
Big Bam
Hottest
Get a sick tan
Big bands
Big dick
Bitches been a big fan
Wrist bands
Can't kick with you niggas
On cancan
He said boy you cute up in your Lanvan
Bitch it's Lanvin
Now step it up
Hard to look this good on the regular
My shit unlimited
Like my cellular
One fifty seven
But ima sell you large
Left palm itching
So I'm waiting on the money
Right palms out
Niggas can't get nothing from me
Guess they falling short
Kevin heart
Niggas funny
Throwing buckets
On a chum, fast
Till he crash dummy
I been through the motherf*cking
Trenches like a troop
In Afghanistan
You niggas stranger than the show
That be on Netflix
A bunch of actors
No Brad's Pitts
If you ain't get it
Nigga get this
Rap ebooneezer
F*ck a nice to meet ya
If you bad then I'll do ya
Pockets giving arugula
Hella mulah
Sitting on my medulla
Dick in your oblangata
Pussy drip lemon agua
In God we trust
But god knows I don't trust these niggas
Prayers over my family, friends
And all my figures
Niggas can't compare to me
I guess it figures
Might just take your nigga home
We clicking like ruby slippers
And they still can't rap
Bar none
Step into the booth
And copped a charge for arson
Swear I'm only speaking cash
Beg ya pardon
I get my sixes back in Philly
Like I'm Harden
I body everybody
With the lyrics
And the body
Realest nigga I embody
Rob a soul
Up out his body
Picky with my time and
Pussy sing like Pavarotti
I'm the baddest in the industry
I might be Illuminati
Prolly stay strapped
Like safe belts
I'm shining on you niggas
Everyday till they face melt
Pushing harder
Making more moves
Than a eight count
Spilling tea
I should've ordered more than a eight ounce
Writer: Malcolm Ortis
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