| 'Bout to go plat', got a big brain in my hat, locally famous for rap
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| Vocally snap, I’m never smokin' the dabs, grown too old for that crap
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| I look at my plaque, my reflection a snack, if I was gay, I would smash
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| Don’t get attached, people with me yellin' «Spizzy!"when I walk in the mall
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| Bruisin' egos, human beatle, I’m like Lennon and Paul
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| Snipin' Whitney, hittin' Britney, how I started to ball
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| But how’s this old, merry dad still better than y’all?
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| No necklace neck, but my state, I rep, got me out of debt
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| Got respect, Paypal or the check, don’t look so perplexed
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| Dope since I was born, legendary unicorn
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| Rap money got me warm, might play Sweden, call up Bjorn
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| This is stackin' the cash, to Massachusetts and back
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| This a brag track, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| You might think I got enough, but I think this is great
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| 'Cause when I put it on, all my problems went away
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| So I listen to it every day, I think I need another
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| Brag track, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| When I’m feelin' down, it could make me levitate
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| 'Cause when I put it on, all my problems went away
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| So I listen to it every day, I think I need another
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| All I know is sellin' rap songs by the seaside
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| I’m the only giant, size thirty on his Levis
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| King of the north, I feel like the white T. I
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| When I met my wife, I thought, «she could get the D-I…»
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| And I’m glad she didn’t say no
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| When I’m on the mic, rip out your heart like I’m
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| I’ve been underground, I’m from Maine, I’m potatoes
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| P. Dank Records is the motherfuckin' label…
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| I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I can do that for four bars because I’m paid
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| Off my songs I’ve made, nah, I wouldn’t trade
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| Ain’t no way, I need a parade, I go lemonade
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| I hit mics hard, then hit Dysart’s
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| You don’t try hard, I need five stars
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| For my brag tracks, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| You might think I got enough, but I think this is great
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| 'Cause when I put it on, all my problems went away
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| So I listen to it every day, I think I need another
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| Brag track (braggin'), ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Even when I’m broke, I could make it precipitate (okay)
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| 'Cause when I put it on, all my troubles went away
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| So I listen to it every day, I think I need another |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brag Track, artist - Spose. Album song We All Got Lost, in the genre Альтернатива