Bobby Brown歌词
歌手：Belly 专辑：Mumble Rap
作词 : A. Balshe/B. Diehl/K. Khaled
作曲 : A. Balshe/B. Diehl/K. Khaled
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, fightin' for the '98
Now I'm in that 2 percent
Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again
Hopin' it's confusion, I can't afford to lose again
Real life, no Superman
That's why the villains usually win
They just want our souls
So I get home and pop some Luther in
Rappin' on a Sunday
Dirty looks from all the Lutherans
Check my net worth, I don't need the network
I'm burnin' holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts
If you hatin' suck a **** until your neck hurt
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, but it's too expensive
She said that money was a new religion
Paper multiplyin', we don't do division
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a ***** to ride the moustache
Like Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin', (I'm the one you missin')
I'm way too old for new love
I'm chasin' new bucks
Plus my heart too cold for Nubuck
You hoes should suit up
Swear this **** is like a new drug
And I'm the new plug
Flow so **** that you could shoot up
Stay low and move up
And my drop **** pop, I'm too clutch
I'm takin' too much
Pull up with that punk punk
Who been gassin' you up?
***** you supposed to hold me down
What's been holdin' you up?
Either way I don't give two ****s
You ain't worth two ****
Sam told me so much, Diddy told me no rush
No luck, sorry Puff, I'm in Ferraris doin' do****
This feelin' got me so numb
XO the clique, they won't touch
Yeah MCM can't touch the water
He might **** his gold up
Hold up, there's love inside this styrofoam cup
I been runnin' through your mind
And that's what ****ed my soul up
Smokin' like I ain't got no lungs, I started so young
College *****es goin' so dumb
Suck my **** like no gums
She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin'
Bobby Brown
作曲 : A. Balshe/B. Diehl/K. Khaled
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, fightin' for the '98
Now I'm in that 2 percent
Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again
Hopin' it's confusion, I can't afford to lose again
Real life, no Superman
That's why the villains usually win
They just want our souls
So I get home and pop some Luther in
Rappin' on a Sunday
Dirty looks from all the Lutherans
Check my net worth, I don't need the network
I'm burnin' holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts
If you hatin' suck a **** until your neck hurt
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, but it's too expensive
She said that money was a new religion
Paper multiplyin', we don't do division
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a ***** to ride the moustache
Like Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin', (I'm the one you missin')
I'm way too old for new love
I'm chasin' new bucks
Plus my heart too cold for Nubuck
You hoes should suit up
Swear this **** is like a new drug
And I'm the new plug
Flow so **** that you could shoot up
Stay low and move up
And my drop **** pop, I'm too clutch
I'm takin' too much
Pull up with that punk punk
Who been gassin' you up?
***** you supposed to hold me down
What's been holdin' you up?
Either way I don't give two ****s
You ain't worth two ****
Sam told me so much, Diddy told me no rush
No luck, sorry Puff, I'm in Ferraris doin' do****
This feelin' got me so numb
XO the clique, they won't touch
Yeah MCM can't touch the water
He might **** his gold up
Hold up, there's love inside this styrofoam cup
I been runnin' through your mind
And that's what ****ed my soul up
Smokin' like I ain't got no lungs, I started so young
College *****es goin' so dumb
Suck my **** like no gums
She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my **** was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself
But you can't tell the difference
Now my **** hittin'
Bobby Brown
