Pull up to the spot in that all black classic
Bad bitch stepping out the whip with savage
Bruce Wayne flow got these women going bat shit
Real nigga tell what's in my genes from the fabric
Shot after shot we turn up at the bar
Gotcha bitch head in my lap in the car
Black and white diamonds my neck on Noir
I keep the flame you get smoked like cigars
Aye
That's what they say when they see me, yuh
Mad cuz ya hoe think I'm dreamy , aye
Shorty do magic I swear when she open that box then I'm gone like Houdini
DND you cannot reach me
Shorty vegan but she eat meat
Line rappers barbers, I'm sharp with words, and go at they neck like I'm Sweeney
My niggas robbin' , they pull up with sticks on they side, bout to ride on a joker
Turn to em packs then I roll up a sack, when I cook up the beef cuz you know I'm a Smoker
Riddle me this, how do I double my money? I put it front of a mirror
Cuz I'm a reflection of hustle, push weight off the muscle, my point cannot get any Clearer
Crystal, diamonds on my wrist steady flashing
Stunt double, let them niggas know I'm bout that action
Penguin pockets, ain't no stopping, stainless popping
Tommy inside the umbrella, take ya shot then
Game on lock then, everybody gotta mention me anytime that they name a top ten
Two face niggas tryna weight they options
Till a nigga flip for coin, then they boxed in
Not them, I could never be a lame
Mr Freeze with them thangs
Pull up then I spray
Way to cold with the aim
Dead shot hit em long range
Need a Harley, we can party
Niggas rolling poison ivy, now the weed is sparking
Been too sick need a Medicare plan
Foot up on the neck till I'm everywhere man
I'M GONE
Pull up to the spot in that all black classic
Bad bitch stepping out the whip with savage
Bruce Wayne flow got these women going bat shit
Real nigga tell what's in my genes from the fabric
Shot after shot we turn up at the bar
Gotcha bitch head in my lap in the car
Black and white diamonds my neck on Noir
I keep the flame you get smoked like cigars
Paris DeShawn - Bruce Wayne Flow Lyrics
Paris DeShawn - Bruce Wayne Flow Lyrics
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English
Pull up to the spot in that all black classic
Bad bitch stepping out the whip with savage
Bruce Wayne flow got these women going bat shit
Real nigga tell what's in my genes from the fabric
Shot after shot we turn up at the bar
Gotcha bitch head in my lap in the car
Black and white diamonds my neck on Noir
I keep the flame you get smoked like cigars
Aye
That's what they say when they see me, yuh
Mad cuz ya hoe think I'm dreamy , aye
Shorty do magic I swear when she open that box then I'm gone like Houdini
DND you cannot reach me
Shorty vegan but she eat meat
Line rappers barbers, I'm sharp with words, and go at they neck like I'm Sweeney
My niggas robbin' , they pull up with sticks on they side, bout to ride on a joker
Turn to em packs then I roll up a sack, when I cook up the beef cuz you know I'm a Smoker
Riddle me this, how do I double my money? I put it front of a mirror
Cuz I'm a reflection of hustle, push weight off the muscle, my point cannot get any Clearer
Crystal, diamonds on my wrist steady flashing
Stunt double, let them niggas know I'm bout that action
Penguin pockets, ain't no stopping, stainless popping
Tommy inside the umbrella, take ya shot then
Game on lock then, everybody gotta mention me anytime that they name a top ten
Two face niggas tryna weight they options
Till a nigga flip for coin, then they boxed in
Not them, I could never be a lame
Mr Freeze with them thangs
Pull up then I spray
Way to cold with the aim
Dead shot hit em long range
Need a Harley, we can party
Niggas rolling poison ivy, now the weed is sparking
Been too sick need a Medicare plan
Foot up on the neck till I'm everywhere man
I'M GONE
Pull up to the spot in that all black classic
Bad bitch stepping out the whip with savage
Bruce Wayne flow got these women going bat shit
Real nigga tell what's in my genes from the fabric
Shot after shot we turn up at the bar
Gotcha bitch head in my lap in the car
Black and white diamonds my neck on Noir
I keep the flame you get smoked like cigars
Bad bitch stepping out the whip with savage
Bruce Wayne flow got these women going bat shit
Real nigga tell what's in my genes from the fabric
Shot after shot we turn up at the bar
Gotcha bitch head in my lap in the car
Black and white diamonds my neck on Noir
I keep the flame you get smoked like cigars
Aye
That's what they say when they see me, yuh
Mad cuz ya hoe think I'm dreamy , aye
Shorty do magic I swear when she open that box then I'm gone like Houdini
DND you cannot reach me
Shorty vegan but she eat meat
Line rappers barbers, I'm sharp with words, and go at they neck like I'm Sweeney
My niggas robbin' , they pull up with sticks on they side, bout to ride on a joker
Turn to em packs then I roll up a sack, when I cook up the beef cuz you know I'm a Smoker
Riddle me this, how do I double my money? I put it front of a mirror
Cuz I'm a reflection of hustle, push weight off the muscle, my point cannot get any Clearer
Crystal, diamonds on my wrist steady flashing
Stunt double, let them niggas know I'm bout that action
Penguin pockets, ain't no stopping, stainless popping
Tommy inside the umbrella, take ya shot then
Game on lock then, everybody gotta mention me anytime that they name a top ten
Two face niggas tryna weight they options
Till a nigga flip for coin, then they boxed in
Not them, I could never be a lame
Mr Freeze with them thangs
Pull up then I spray
Way to cold with the aim
Dead shot hit em long range
Need a Harley, we can party
Niggas rolling poison ivy, now the weed is sparking
Been too sick need a Medicare plan
Foot up on the neck till I'm everywhere man
I'M GONE
Pull up to the spot in that all black classic
Bad bitch stepping out the whip with savage
Bruce Wayne flow got these women going bat shit
Real nigga tell what's in my genes from the fabric
Shot after shot we turn up at the bar
Gotcha bitch head in my lap in the car
Black and white diamonds my neck on Noir
I keep the flame you get smoked like cigars
Writer: Paris Alexander
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