What's going on fool
What's up
Where you think you're going
I'm going over here dawg
Don't go in there dawg
I'm going over here
I'm going over here
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Cheer bravo
Think you can compete? Try lotto
That's bravado
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
You can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Joke's on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
Been a long day
On the road all day
Gone the wrong way
Shots of Bombay
Now, chasing a bag like you chasing a dream
On the casket lids close a case on me
I'm sending shots off when it flash say cheese
Come and test your luck
Show you the meaning of not giving a f*ck
Standing with your hand out, you won't get a buck
And the other bullshit won't get you much
Better tame yourself
It ain't a street name if you name yourself
No one here to pray, better pray yourself
So don't look lost, better save yourself
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Cheer bravo
Think you can compete? Try lotto
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
Can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Jokes on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
It's been a long night
Was on the road all day
Had a long drive
Now, just touch down like a P.A.T
Won't sell you a gram, but I'll sell you a dream
Up, up and away, coming back from the bay
But I feel at home when I'm in these streets
Come and see about us
Show you that we paid and we only going up
Only be in the way if you ain't about bucks
And the other bullshit will get your forehead busted
Better be top shelf
Dom Perignon, let me see for myself
Rosemary, look I need some help
Cause the tequila shots ain't gonna serve themselves
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Think you can compete, try a lotto
That's bravado
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
Can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Joke's on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
I told you don't go in there
F*ck you too
Ya
Andale wey
A rato
TwoCup - Bravado (feat. Phil Dog) Lyrics
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What's going on fool
What's up
Where you think you're going
I'm going over here dawg
Don't go in there dawg
I'm going over here
I'm going over here
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Cheer bravo
Think you can compete? Try lotto
That's bravado
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
You can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Joke's on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
Been a long day
On the road all day
Gone the wrong way
Shots of Bombay
Now, chasing a bag like you chasing a dream
On the casket lids close a case on me
I'm sending shots off when it flash say cheese
Come and test your luck
Show you the meaning of not giving a f*ck
Standing with your hand out, you won't get a buck
And the other bullshit won't get you much
Better tame yourself
It ain't a street name if you name yourself
No one here to pray, better pray yourself
So don't look lost, better save yourself
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Cheer bravo
Think you can compete? Try lotto
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
Can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Jokes on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
It's been a long night
Was on the road all day
Had a long drive
Now, just touch down like a P.A.T
Won't sell you a gram, but I'll sell you a dream
Up, up and away, coming back from the bay
But I feel at home when I'm in these streets
Come and see about us
Show you that we paid and we only going up
Only be in the way if you ain't about bucks
And the other bullshit will get your forehead busted
Better be top shelf
Dom Perignon, let me see for myself
Rosemary, look I need some help
Cause the tequila shots ain't gonna serve themselves
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Think you can compete, try a lotto
That's bravado
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
Can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Joke's on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
I told you don't go in there
F*ck you too
Ya
Andale wey
A rato
What's up
Where you think you're going
I'm going over here dawg
Don't go in there dawg
I'm going over here
I'm going over here
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Cheer bravo
Think you can compete? Try lotto
That's bravado
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
You can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Joke's on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
Been a long day
On the road all day
Gone the wrong way
Shots of Bombay
Now, chasing a bag like you chasing a dream
On the casket lids close a case on me
I'm sending shots off when it flash say cheese
Come and test your luck
Show you the meaning of not giving a f*ck
Standing with your hand out, you won't get a buck
And the other bullshit won't get you much
Better tame yourself
It ain't a street name if you name yourself
No one here to pray, better pray yourself
So don't look lost, better save yourself
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Cheer bravo
Think you can compete? Try lotto
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
Can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Jokes on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
It's been a long night
Was on the road all day
Had a long drive
Now, just touch down like a P.A.T
Won't sell you a gram, but I'll sell you a dream
Up, up and away, coming back from the bay
But I feel at home when I'm in these streets
Come and see about us
Show you that we paid and we only going up
Only be in the way if you ain't about bucks
And the other bullshit will get your forehead busted
Better be top shelf
Dom Perignon, let me see for myself
Rosemary, look I need some help
Cause the tequila shots ain't gonna serve themselves
It's Young Macho
Knock the beef off your top nacho
Think you can compete, try a lotto
That's bravado
Shots with a worm in a bottle
If she swallow
She ain't texting back til tomorrow
Can't blame me
Gotta blame yourself
Joke's on you
Better flame yourself
Ain't really worried
About the tales you tell
All the moves you make
You ain't make yourself
I told you don't go in there
F*ck you too
Ya
Andale wey
A rato
Writer: Robert Millwood
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