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BRON letra


Ah, I ain't even gon' count down for you niggas (Turn the beat up some)
The Butcher comin', I'ma surprise you niggas

I been on
So long, people startin' to hate it, they feel scorn
I see the looks on all they faces and I'm torn
It's like, I ain't wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin'
I guess I'ma be the shooter, you been warned
I'm in this bitch, poppin' Ace like I'm Shawn
They play your shit, look at the gang and then we yawn
Why would he make that lame choice?
Man, these niggas couldn't score if they had game point

And I'm 'Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home: So long
I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
I'm back in championship condition
I can't resist all this winnin'
It's like me and success built a bond

So let's stay brief
I'm in a rush at TSA, they tryna X-ray me
I made my bitch so bad that her ex can't speak
The only way to make her litter is a sex tape leak, a little porn

Hahaha
Come on, I'm just fuckin' around (uh-huh)
Yeah, uh

Fuck the world, am I wrong?
I'm in the V.I. p., a hundred niggas strong
Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers: Put me on
I ran it up, ain't take me long
My life a story out of Psalms
And I can put that on my mother, first-born
In my city, I'm King Kong
Kim Jong Un, to me, you niggas like this small
Say: White bitch, I probably meant what a brick cost
I'm in a five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad
Then I'm gone
Pinky ring of a don
Bad boy like I'm Sean
I'm like Goldeneye Bond
That's twenty-five inf' beams scopin' out harm (brrt)
So how you niggas gon' hide from us with polka dots on?
You niggas is drawn
You probably heard when I got shot
I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch (you heard that too)
I been back home fifty times since all the rumors were chillin'
These killers with me keep asking me: What we doin'?
Them niggas bored

Ayy, yo, get the champagne
Ayy, yo, Hit-Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles
We sprayin' this shit everywhere, we goin' to Illio's
Tell 'em open the back room up for us
Let's go

And I'm 'Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home: So long
I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm
I'm back in championship condition
I can't resist all this winnin'
It's like me and success built a bond (bond)

Benny The Butcher - Letras

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