M!keperry - Bragging Rights

Break em off bad til they all sitting sad, I'm sorry baby you ain't never heard bout me
I handle my biz and I stay out the way, cause it ain't never been no love from the streets
And I'm fresher than an old man that still rock his pants with a crease
And I know somebody that fill bags with bodies, and dress it all up and do that for a fee

Im feeling like the man and I do what I can, better what what ya say
Yo chick eyeing me like ima whole snack and she wanna have taste
But she at the bottom of the pole, way below my pay grade
But I don't like to brag no I don't like to brag

Numbers don't lie and neither do I
From the peach start, but still need a piece of that pie
My little city done turned into the wire
My wrist so necked I need me a watch
It's going down, so just call me yung joc
Polo the shorts and my shirt and my socks
Gas is my cologne, so you know that I'm fye
Kill em with a smile and make em hate on my frowns
Balloons in the air dose that mean that he's fly
Car is so fast but I'm creeping bout 5
6"2 And I dip and slide
On the westside and I'm good like I'm
Kyles, no lie

Big bag! Don't need to brag about it
S.b I'm my own accountant
No from the zoo, but this jacket is stylish
Drip set oozing thousand island

Here comes with the clean up
Please check on your demeanor
I'm kicking my feet up, like FIFA
Roll the L in the building ole head call it reefer
I crush that cookie like Keebler

Im feeling like the man and I do what I can, better what what ya say
Yo chick eyeing me like ima whole snack and she wanna have taste
But she at the bottom of the pole, way below my pay grade
But I don't like to brag no I don't like to brag

King status, refer to me as your majesty
I done game up, went down and came back up, we all have a moment of refractory
I got more bars then 8 holding cells inside of Willy Wonka's factory
I know people that swear that they close to me
But found out they hit that chick right after me

I guess I got juice, niggas follow suit, like they wearing tuxes in wedding ceremonies
Hoes after my bag like they won't alimony
But end up bitter like she played on acrimony
Blessed, like a walking testimony
Stressed, never that I'm not phony
Next, ima run it up, count it up, stack it up, save it up , in that order homie

Yea, I would wish you well
But y'all be telling tall tales
I gotta team that's packed up with plenty iron and gotta lot of green
Like Spinach and kale
I brag different, and I'm fresher than produce off the truck, while y'all be looking stale
A lot of folks wanna be King of the hill but end up going out bad
As if they name was dale

Break em off bad til they all sitting sad, I'm sorry baby you ain't never heard bout me
I handle my biz and I stay out the way, cause it ain't never been no love from the streets
And I'm fresher than an old man that still rock his pants with a crease
And I know somebody that fill bags with bodies, and dress it all up and do that for a fee

Im feeling like the man and I do what I can, better what what ya say
Yo chick eyeing me like ima whole snack and she wanna have taste
But she at the bottom of the pole, way below my pay grade
But I don't like to brag no I don't like to brag

Written by:
Michael Swinson, Richard Mitchell Jr.

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