Tell me kid...
You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight?
You tryna bag my bitch she'll drug you then she'll take your chain
Like we bowling we don't spare niggas you better stay in your lane
Junkies need me I just served a zip outside a Raising Cane's
If my opp a rich father Imma make his son Bruce Wayne
All these pints on me I could've iced out my wrist yea
Nine to five dealer I'm on the block for my shift yea
I told these hoes I'm broke they think I'm trickin' on some shit yea
I'm lying to them birds I feel like D'Andre Swift yea
I got them bands on me when I'm pulling up to Saks Fifth uh
Can't even lift my blunt this shit might break my damn wrist uh
You beefing with the gang then we shooting up your shit uh
Just so I won't miss I put a beam on my shit uh
Ain't no liquor in my cup it's lean all in my shit uh
Walking on Guy Fieri's hair got spikes all on my kicks uh
Lil shawty got a good head on her she stay on the dean's list
I need two cups for that shit
When I'm pouring up that Tris huh
When ya lil bitch around me she a dancer
I got her on percs lil shawty a jammer
The opps down a soldier hmph
Next man up
I put the heat to his tail Charmander
I pull out the racks the hoes start blushing
Smoke a whole pound of the za like it's nothing
I'm up now no I don't need to be fronted
The junkies and parlays keeping me funded
I hop out with my FN
I turn a lil nigga into Uncle Ben
Off the zotti yea I'm high as a bitch
It got my eyes twins with the Crimson Chin
She recognize me now she wanna take a photo
I need my pints to be sealed like Gojo
The same gun that I put a beam on got a clip longer than the fingernails on Flojo
You tryna bag my bitch she'll drug you then she'll take your chain
Like we bowling we don't spare niggas you better stay in your lane
Junkies need me I just served a zip outside a Raising Cane's
If my opp a rich father Imma make his son Bruce Wayne
All these pints on me I could've iced out my wrist yea
Nine to five dealer I'm on the block for my shift yea
I told these hoes I'm broke they think I'm trickin' on some shit yea
I'm lying to them birds I feel like D'Andre Swift yea
Baby Kenny - BRUCE WAYNE Lyrics
Baby Kenny - BRUCE WAYNE Lyrics
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Tell me kid...
You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight?
You tryna bag my bitch she'll drug you then she'll take your chain
Like we bowling we don't spare niggas you better stay in your lane
Junkies need me I just served a zip outside a Raising Cane's
If my opp a rich father Imma make his son Bruce Wayne
All these pints on me I could've iced out my wrist yea
Nine to five dealer I'm on the block for my shift yea
I told these hoes I'm broke they think I'm trickin' on some shit yea
I'm lying to them birds I feel like D'Andre Swift yea
I got them bands on me when I'm pulling up to Saks Fifth uh
Can't even lift my blunt this shit might break my damn wrist uh
You beefing with the gang then we shooting up your shit uh
Just so I won't miss I put a beam on my shit uh
Ain't no liquor in my cup it's lean all in my shit uh
Walking on Guy Fieri's hair got spikes all on my kicks uh
Lil shawty got a good head on her she stay on the dean's list
I need two cups for that shit
When I'm pouring up that Tris huh
When ya lil bitch around me she a dancer
I got her on percs lil shawty a jammer
The opps down a soldier hmph
Next man up
I put the heat to his tail Charmander
I pull out the racks the hoes start blushing
Smoke a whole pound of the za like it's nothing
I'm up now no I don't need to be fronted
The junkies and parlays keeping me funded
I hop out with my FN
I turn a lil nigga into Uncle Ben
Off the zotti yea I'm high as a bitch
It got my eyes twins with the Crimson Chin
She recognize me now she wanna take a photo
I need my pints to be sealed like Gojo
The same gun that I put a beam on got a clip longer than the fingernails on Flojo
You tryna bag my bitch she'll drug you then she'll take your chain
Like we bowling we don't spare niggas you better stay in your lane
Junkies need me I just served a zip outside a Raising Cane's
If my opp a rich father Imma make his son Bruce Wayne
All these pints on me I could've iced out my wrist yea
Nine to five dealer I'm on the block for my shift yea
I told these hoes I'm broke they think I'm trickin' on some shit yea
I'm lying to them birds I feel like D'Andre Swift yea
You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight?
You tryna bag my bitch she'll drug you then she'll take your chain
Like we bowling we don't spare niggas you better stay in your lane
Junkies need me I just served a zip outside a Raising Cane's
If my opp a rich father Imma make his son Bruce Wayne
All these pints on me I could've iced out my wrist yea
Nine to five dealer I'm on the block for my shift yea
I told these hoes I'm broke they think I'm trickin' on some shit yea
I'm lying to them birds I feel like D'Andre Swift yea
I got them bands on me when I'm pulling up to Saks Fifth uh
Can't even lift my blunt this shit might break my damn wrist uh
You beefing with the gang then we shooting up your shit uh
Just so I won't miss I put a beam on my shit uh
Ain't no liquor in my cup it's lean all in my shit uh
Walking on Guy Fieri's hair got spikes all on my kicks uh
Lil shawty got a good head on her she stay on the dean's list
I need two cups for that shit
When I'm pouring up that Tris huh
When ya lil bitch around me she a dancer
I got her on percs lil shawty a jammer
The opps down a soldier hmph
Next man up
I put the heat to his tail Charmander
I pull out the racks the hoes start blushing
Smoke a whole pound of the za like it's nothing
I'm up now no I don't need to be fronted
The junkies and parlays keeping me funded
I hop out with my FN
I turn a lil nigga into Uncle Ben
Off the zotti yea I'm high as a bitch
It got my eyes twins with the Crimson Chin
She recognize me now she wanna take a photo
I need my pints to be sealed like Gojo
The same gun that I put a beam on got a clip longer than the fingernails on Flojo
You tryna bag my bitch she'll drug you then she'll take your chain
Like we bowling we don't spare niggas you better stay in your lane
Junkies need me I just served a zip outside a Raising Cane's
If my opp a rich father Imma make his son Bruce Wayne
All these pints on me I could've iced out my wrist yea
Nine to five dealer I'm on the block for my shift yea
I told these hoes I'm broke they think I'm trickin' on some shit yea
I'm lying to them birds I feel like D'Andre Swift yea
Writer: Kenny Wright
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid