Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only the Beginning, artist - Brianna Perry.
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Only the Beginning |
Cheeze |
Look |
Look |
Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t |
Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t |
Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam |
Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah |
I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah |
My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah |
These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin' |
Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah |
I bring that heat to your city |
These bitches hatin' 'cause I get it |
Don’t fuck with hoes, I ain’t with it |
Snatch the top off of the Bentley, let them bitches see who winnin', yeah |
Stunt on all them bitches now, poppin' like a collar now |
Gucci runners drippin', I got snakes all on my collar now |
Fuck it, pop a bottle now, fuck it, I’m a model now |
Catch your nigga lookin', bitch, you’re lucky I don’t holler now |
G5, I’m goin' live, yeah |
Homicide when I’m with the guy, yeah |
I’m rockin' shorts, I’m showin' my thigh |
I got the city on my back, bitch, 305 |
Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t |
Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t |
Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam |
Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah |
I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah |
My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah |
These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin' |
Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah |
Hop in, spend a dollar, fuck a check up in Prada |
Pop a nigga like a bottle if we’re havin' some problems |
Cut you up like a barber |
Switchin' lanes down Biscayne |
Hit the gas on 'em, full throttle |
Perfect timin' on 'em, look how I’m shinin' on 'em |
Check out my watch, look how I’m glistenin' when them diamond on 'em |
Hope you shy, shut it down, I ain’t fuckin' 'round |
I pop up on you at the Grammys, have your goofy ass down |
Brand new Lamborghini, top off, in my bikini |
Disappear like a genie, come and check with the gang |
Chanel boots in the rain, triple Balmain |
Powder pink, don’t come through, hoggin' the lane |
Tropicana seven tray, wet paint, I do what your bitch can’t |
Fish bowl, fish tank, I be where your bitch ain’t |
Young bitch, pop shit, slidin' through to poke a beam |
Flow sick, Heat game, fuck around and coach the team, yeah |
I’m on that Henny, damn, that’s one too many, yeah |
My shoe’s Christian but I’m still sinnin', yeah |
These bitches mad 'cause I’m winnin' |
Used to bend it 'round the city, ho, this only the beginning, yeah |
This only the beginning |
You now this only the beginning |
You know this only the beginning, man |
Brianna Perry, fat checks |
Got all these racks in my pocket, man |