this won’t blow - bruhmanegod lyrics
[intro]
y’all ain’t sh*t, your momma ain’t sh*t, your daddy ain’t sh*t, you’ll never be sh*t
y’all ain’t sh*t, y’all ain’t sh*t, ah*ah*ah
[refrain]
b*tch, i got too much bread, it won’t fall down (fall)
b*tch, i got enough rounds for a full round
i’m original, they gon’ steal the whole sound
i promise that i got enough swag to go around (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t even know what it means, f*ck a plaque now
why everyone and they momma just tryna rap now? (ew)
that’s when i make sh*t hard, that’s when i need sh*t hard
that’s when i did sh*t hard, so i hit it to the steel
[pre*chorus]
derivative victims of the bullsh*t, hah
tryna find something new, i want my face blown off
see somebody else do it so you can fake your sauce
nah, f*ck it, i’m*i’m pullin’ out all the stu*u*u*u*u—
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m running sh*t in all kinds of styles
look into my eyes, oh, i won’t tеll a lie though
leave thеse billionaire rappers all in a pile
see me startin’ to vomit out all the bile
feel my brain cells die every time i give a chance
every time i try cl!ckin’ on a bio
t*t*think it’s just my old age, think that i know
2016, og, feel like kyle
[verse]
beamy never gettin’ too comfortable
think i’ma leave an underdog in an undertow
see, you don’t gotta be the man just to run the show
i stay slept on, but i’m startin’ to love it though
your swag premade like a f*ckin’ lunchable
you got your ass out, you look like a bum for sure
you worth a line of white, you worth a bump of coke
you “let’s go,” what you lookin’ at, dumbass ho?
they play their tracks, and won’t survive in the f*cking ground
you are a stain on my bad day, you should be ashamed
a*a*a*a*and the scene created y’all fiends, yuh
[?], i got dumb reach, staying off that dumb feed
yo, twin, let me hold two dollars
i got tracks and i got cr*p to make you holler
b*tch, i’m makin’ loops like a motherf*ckin’ spiral
you may ride with the gang, ’til your soul so hollow
[refrain]
tryna find something new, i want my face blown off
see somebody else do it so you can fake your sauce
nah, f*ck it, i*i’m pullin’ out all the stuff
n*n*nah, f*ck it, i*i’m takin’ everybody job
[pre*chorus]
b*tch, i got too much bread, it won’t fall down (fall)
b*tch, i got enough rounds for a full round
i’m original, they gon’ steal the whole sound
i promise that i got enough swag to go around (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m running sh*t in all kinds of styles
look into my eyes, oh, i won’t tell a lie though
leave these billionaire rappers all in a pile
see me startin’ to vomit out all the bile
feel my brain cells die every time i give a chance
every time i try cl!ckin’ on a bio
t*t*t*think it’s just my old age, think that i know
2016, og, feel like kyle
[outro]
make family not friends, muh*hahahahaha
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