Naj the Vegas Kid - Brandon Flowers (Radio Edit)

Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
Worst worst

I'm on my worst behavior
Momma probably crying
hoping Jesus save ya
In my nature
Jumping overheads
Just to meet the maker
Probably hit him with a
How do you do
I didn't walk the path
But you know I'm fitting the shoe
Oh they trying to hit me with a curfew
Naw I'm hitting the streets
The flow is cold, but I'm bringing that heat
No applauses, sit in yo seat
And you can watch as I
Switch lanes with no blinkers on
Only bump my when the speakers on
On you want the kid on your playlist
Say less
Go toe to toe And close alike it's Payless
Whole family G like we wear guess
Swerve a nigga talking all wreckless
Knott a up like a Bantu
Whole family good than I'm good too
Whole family hood than I'm hood too
Old head sippen Old E
Whole family bang, so I don't need to
I'm from

Lord knows that I'm from
Lord knows that I'm from

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr. bright side
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr bright side
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr bright side
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr. bright side

Don't miss a beat keep attacking
Then hit the street then you packing
Follow ya prey when out tracking
You, Gotta, set up the hook
So you Keep on jabbing
Get ya team solid
then you get cracking
Yeah!
Steal what you can afford, like Aladdin
That's Everything-
Hit a lick taking rings
When you're ten toes down
In a cell
Then you never sing
And don't just assume that you good in the hood
Don't roll the dice
This life comes at a cost, a hood price
Can you pay it
We gonna see
If you can't pay it
Then stay the hell out them streets
This bbq from EBT
It ain't so healthy so expect a mess
Cuz if you all in and
Nothing less way
And my city move fast imma let know
I'm so

Lord knows that I'm from
Lord knows that I'm from

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr. bright side
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr. bright side
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr. bright side
Killers banging in the car
And I ain't talking Brandon flowers
I'm Mr. bright side

Written by:
Chanceller Clift, Kenneth Mccormick, Najee Dennie, Radhames Gomez

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