She mad I might leave her
Took a trip to pasadena
Making all this music Im a poster
Justin Bieber
I got all this cash that I won
From the casino
Drop another album cause
This dedication real
She just wanna party but the party wanted me
I'm a real good rapper from V.A yes
The Rich
Subi on my denim and my glasses match the fit New York Fashion Week call, askin' for a flick
My pops steady shinin' and my momma hittin' goals
They wonder why I'm great, well damn, there it goes
I be chillin' in the club and shawty dancin' on a pole
Got a tennis on my neck, the autograph for the hoes
I be callin' my lil' agent, had to tell her that we poppin
My baby wanna kiss, she know that I'm the trending topic
They stealing' all my lyrics, somebody just tell me stop it
I'm spazzin' on the beat, this my speed its in my pocket
Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber,
Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber
Damn she super bad she had me trippin' off the noggin
Do you want the cheddar or the diamonds, what's your option
I was on the phone, them niggas call me every day
Give me 50,000 every time a hoe be lame
Do you know what it takes to be great
Hell nah, nigga, I'm just rappin' every day
I'ma keep it honest, tired of niggas statin' fake
Wonder why your team always end up in the grave
I get mad cause they think that they hot me
I got motion this money, keep coming in
Tell the world I keep on just setting of trends
I'm settin' shit off where the handyman
They wonder why I'm goin' off, because my haters been tappin' in
Gotta make it so I get a hundred bands
Bad lil' shawty, so go ahead and take my pants off
He's not one of one like us
That's brezzy boy, that's the nigga with the gun
I say turn up, but she's the turn off
So tell me what's up, yeah, bruh, I'm the boss
Gang
Kbrezzy - YEA Lyrics
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English
She mad I might leave her
Took a trip to pasadena
Making all this music Im a poster
Justin Bieber
I got all this cash that I won
From the casino
Drop another album cause
This dedication real
She just wanna party but the party wanted me
I'm a real good rapper from V.A yes
The Rich
Subi on my denim and my glasses match the fit New York Fashion Week call, askin' for a flick
My pops steady shinin' and my momma hittin' goals
They wonder why I'm great, well damn, there it goes
I be chillin' in the club and shawty dancin' on a pole
Got a tennis on my neck, the autograph for the hoes
I be callin' my lil' agent, had to tell her that we poppin
My baby wanna kiss, she know that I'm the trending topic
They stealing' all my lyrics, somebody just tell me stop it
I'm spazzin' on the beat, this my speed its in my pocket
Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber,
Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber
Damn she super bad she had me trippin' off the noggin
Do you want the cheddar or the diamonds, what's your option
I was on the phone, them niggas call me every day
Give me 50,000 every time a hoe be lame
Do you know what it takes to be great
Hell nah, nigga, I'm just rappin' every day
I'ma keep it honest, tired of niggas statin' fake
Wonder why your team always end up in the grave
I get mad cause they think that they hot me
I got motion this money, keep coming in
Tell the world I keep on just setting of trends
I'm settin' shit off where the handyman
They wonder why I'm goin' off, because my haters been tappin' in
Gotta make it so I get a hundred bands
Bad lil' shawty, so go ahead and take my pants off
He's not one of one like us
That's brezzy boy, that's the nigga with the gun
I say turn up, but she's the turn off
So tell me what's up, yeah, bruh, I'm the boss
Gang
Took a trip to pasadena
Making all this music Im a poster
Justin Bieber
I got all this cash that I won
From the casino
Drop another album cause
This dedication real
She just wanna party but the party wanted me
I'm a real good rapper from V.A yes
The Rich
Subi on my denim and my glasses match the fit New York Fashion Week call, askin' for a flick
My pops steady shinin' and my momma hittin' goals
They wonder why I'm great, well damn, there it goes
I be chillin' in the club and shawty dancin' on a pole
Got a tennis on my neck, the autograph for the hoes
I be callin' my lil' agent, had to tell her that we poppin
My baby wanna kiss, she know that I'm the trending topic
They stealing' all my lyrics, somebody just tell me stop it
I'm spazzin' on the beat, this my speed its in my pocket
Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber,
Yeah, makin' all this music, Im a popstar Justin Bieber
Damn she super bad she had me trippin' off the noggin
Do you want the cheddar or the diamonds, what's your option
I was on the phone, them niggas call me every day
Give me 50,000 every time a hoe be lame
Do you know what it takes to be great
Hell nah, nigga, I'm just rappin' every day
I'ma keep it honest, tired of niggas statin' fake
Wonder why your team always end up in the grave
I get mad cause they think that they hot me
I got motion this money, keep coming in
Tell the world I keep on just setting of trends
I'm settin' shit off where the handyman
They wonder why I'm goin' off, because my haters been tappin' in
Gotta make it so I get a hundred bands
Bad lil' shawty, so go ahead and take my pants off
He's not one of one like us
That's brezzy boy, that's the nigga with the gun
I say turn up, but she's the turn off
So tell me what's up, yeah, bruh, I'm the boss
Gang
Writer: Kaleb Wynne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid