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never - ​bryalle lyrics

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[chorus]
yeah, yeah
never ever ran from a n*gga, yuh
never ever stole from my bro, yeah, ’cause my pockets steady getting bigger, yuh
b*tch, i’m spending dough on top of dough
thick b*tch hit my phone, leave me ‘lone
smokin’ good green, i think i can feel it in my bones
for the— for the past 2 years, i’ve been high
smokin’ gas— smokin’ gas, sh*t got in my eye
said i can’t trust n*ggas, it was all a lie
b*tch, i’m wit’ cinco, roll up a .35
n*gga try and take my b*tch, he died
4 deep– 4 deep in a benz, we ride
when i’m deep in it, know i’ll look at you

[verse]
yeah
she like “bry, f*ck me, bry”, yuh
so i put thе cum in her eyes, yuh
run up wit’ thе draco, wit’ the fye
b*tch, i’m running wit’ that big*ass stick, hmm
bro faking, he broke than a b*tch
yo’ b*tch begging for the big*ass d*ck, yuh
i’m stocking to pay for the l!ck
f*ck my ex, she steady talking sh*t
f*ck these hoes, i’m stayin’ celibate
f*ck these hoes, i said f*ck these hoes
i’ma run my bag up, get my new clothes
i pulled up wit’ the baddest b*tch, it’s my new ho
yuh, yuh
she just want— she just want—
she just wan’ take my bread
she just want drugs and s*x
she a bad influence
and she want me pull the f*ck up
girl, you better have a friend wit’ you, yuh
’cause i’m tryna bring my mans wit’ me, yuh
get no b*tches, he a fan of me, yuh
bryalle finna hit the mall, yuh*yuh, so you know i gotta bring the bands wit’ me, yuh
i think her new n*gga scared of me
n*gga flared, i’ma take his head off
if you try it, you get put to bed, ah
love to shoot it, when i do, it’s dead opp
n*gga chattin’, we gon’ bend his ass up
[chorus]
yeah
never ever ran from a n*gga, yuh
never ever stole from my bro, yeah, ’cause my pockets steady getting bigger, yuh
b*tch, i’m spending dough on top of dough
thick b*tch hit my phone, leave me ‘lone
smokin’ good green, i think i can feel it in my bones
for the past 2 years, i’ve been high
smokin’ gas, sh*t got in my eye
said i can’t trust n*ggas, it was all a lie
b*tch, i’m wit’ cinco, roll up a .35
n*gga try and take my b*tch, he died
4 deep in a benz, we ride
when i’m deep in it, know i’ll look at you

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