Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Branch Out, artist - Giggs. Album song Now Or Never, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO BS
Song language: English
Branch Out |
| Niggas got no heart so they gone in scared |
| Talk the art of war, we’re the connoisseurs |
| Told them level up so we gone upstairs |
| Lick a couple down, now they gone in pairs |
| Sort of truth or dare but they wanted dares |
| Bitches gonna cry so they wanted tears |
| Big round table talk, now they wanted chairs |
| Got the business plan, now they wanted shares |
| Yeah, they been spoilt rotten |
| I’ve been seeking answers, now everybody’s got 'em |
| Yeah, smart yutes, now everybody boffin |
| Yeah, dancers, now everybody popping |
| Cough, cough, now everybody coughing |
| Big boss, now everybody bossin' |
| When he let it go they like, «Why don’t nobody stop him?» |
| Passed out, wanna branch out but you asked out |
| Got that big cash that you can’t count |
| Got that big mash then I marched out |
| Got that big bad bitch I asked out |
| I got that big madness you talk 'bout |
| You better stand straight bitch, you can’t crouch |
| I’m 28 grams bitch, you half ounce |
| Chicken trap house on a chicken spree |
| Chickens well cooked and the frickersee |
| Pussy look good so she took a beat |
| Gassed it up bitch, so she took the heat |
| Nigga push white and they pushing B |
| Hollow cooks white, Hollow cook a key |
| Now she look good, nigga who is she? |
| Nigga grinding, call it Pusha T |
| Man a buzzing, grab a dozen, dropped off to my cousin |
| That was then, grab my brothers |
| Couple hundred then and I’m covered |
| Pass out, bend your back and you can’t slouch |
| Pussy so tight, she’s like ow, ouch |
| Run DMC and it’s our house |
| Passed out, wanna branch out but you asked out |
| Got that big cash that you can’t count |
| Got that big mash then I marched out |
| Got that big bad bitch I asked out |
| I got that big madness you talk 'bout |
| You better stand straight bitch, you can’t crouch |
| I’m 28 grams bitch, you half ounce |
| Passed out, wanna branch out but you asked out |
| Got that big cash that you can’t count |
| Got that big mash then I marched out |
| Got that big bad bitch I asked out |
| I got that big madness you talk 'bout |
| You better stand straight bitch, you can’t crouch |
| I’m 28 grams bitch, you half ounce |