Tribal Garnet - Bragging Rights Lyrics

What's it sound like when the haters coming after my wig?
Cuz they don't look fine and getting mad I got hooked up to four gigs
What they saying
Tribal going mainstream
Selling his soul to the devil
I'm just making music
Feeling so fine
Feeling so incredible

My thighs are fat
My heart is fatter
I'm at the top of the latter
My thoughts so sweet like cookie dough batter
You know I got bragging rights
In and out of the limelight
These hands can do many things
Drawing, writing, barbie tingz

Rapping, fire next level
Hop the fence kinda rebel
Sorry dear for the trouble
It's how it be with Tribal

Uh, million bucks
If you don't got none that must suck
Gather around let's eat this duck
Duck sauce, fried rice, gimme a cut

Showed up, won the lipsync battle
Competition didn't give me a hassle
Gave me an L for princess at ring dance
So those girls wanting prom queen ain't stand a chance
Rap king? Rap god? My flow's the breeze
So fluid and cool that you gotta leave
Your sweater on, goosebumps rising
You say I got bragging rights, you just realizing?

I don't even gotta swear
I Don't even gotta curse
I just gotta Gucci pen
And a louis Vuitton purse
I don't even gotta swear
I Don't even gotta curse
Your rap's full of both
And it still manages to be worse

Mm, this song ain't over yet?
Gotta be three minutes to stay on the net?
Gotta rap more so I'm considered a threat
To all those fake rappers up on the set?
They don't even write their own music (what?)
How people sleep on me when I got a brain and I use it? (Dumb)
What's it sound like when the hater's realize my skin's white
Tell me I can't rap, I can't do that, that's weed wack

I bring it from Bridgeport city and back
I'm repping for me and the sentimental crap
I'm representing what we have and what we lack
I'm telling the world nothing but straight fax

Uh, million bucks
If you don't got none that must suck
Gather around let's eat this duck
Duck sauce, fried rice, gimme a cut

Rapping, fire next level
Hop the fence kinda rebel
Sorry dear for the trouble
It's how it be with Tribal

What's it sound like when the haters coming after my wig?
Cuz they don't look fine and getting mad I got hooked up to four gigs
What they saying
Tribal going mainstream
Selling his soul to the devil
I'm just making music
Feeling so fine
Feeling so incredible

My thighs are fat
My heart is fatter
I'm at the top of the latter
My thoughts so sweet like cookie dough batter
You know I got bragging rights
In and out of the limelight
These hands can do many things
Drawing, writing, barbie tings