Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baby Bro, artist - 88GLAM. Album song 88GLAM RELOADED, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
Baby Bro |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
Now they want a band, they want a- |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
Now they want my bag, they want my- |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho |
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke |
Now they want my bag, they want my dope |
Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke |
Wonder what my swag is, who I rope |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe |
Never wanted me, they want my ho |
Never wanted me when I was broke |
Then I hop out a brand new drop |
Pull up to the function and your bitch is on my jock |
I don’t bop, I just lean like I’m Joc |
Diddy Bop, wait, I mean Milly Rock |
How the fuck you flex, you flying coach |
Used to be a player, now I’m coach |
Balenciaga jeans, you in Coach |
Diamonds mad at me, yeah, they choke |
They didn’t want me, they want my neck |
I be pouring Act', you pouring 'Tech |
Engine in the back, what is next? |
This is not an act, it’s a flex |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
Now they want a band, they want a- |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
Now they want my bag, they want my- |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my ho |
They ain’t wanted me when I was broke |
Now they want my bag, they want my dope |
Wonder what my bag is, what I smoke |
Wonder what my swag is, who I rope |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my bro |
They ain’t wanted me, they want my woe |
Never wanted me, they want my ho |
Never wanted me when I was broke |
Peephole, shoot it like a free throw |
Cee-Lo, like my hundreds neat, though |
Peephole, .40 while I sleep, ho |
Sippin' lean, take the private jet to Heathrow |
They didn’t want the boy that playin' hopscotch |
Now they want the boy in Saint Laurent, yeah |
Switching up on friends like, «What you want?», yeah |
I remember bagging dope to make a comma |
Saucin', watch a hater intervene |
They wasn’t there when I was hustlin' with my team |
So now the Bentley be a coupe, no limousine (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr) |
Chanel all on my bitch, no rockin' the McQueen (no) |
Hold up, wait a minute, outta time |
Pressure brought the diamonds, they go blind |
Pull up in the Bentley with my slime |
They tryna fuck the squad so they could climb |
Glam Boy in the picture like a pageant |
Used to be a savage, do the damage |
Shooter brought the sticks like this shit camping (this shit campin') |
Catch me out in public, that’s not happening (nah) |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
Now they want a band, they want a- |
Now they want my bag, they want my quote |
Now they want my bag, they want my- |
They ain’t want me, they want my bro |
They ain’t want me, they want my woe |
They ain’t want me, they want my ho |
They ain’t want me when I was broke |