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Valentino Video (MV)




Performed By: Brayu
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Braylon James




Brayu - Valentino Lyrics
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Doing shows tryna make me a hunnid thou
Hope my momma ain't stressin' bout money now
Niggas die every day tryna make it out, out
We gon' load up the clip, got a hunnid rounds
Nigga pull up, get hit, we gon' gun him down
Swear to God, I ain't stressin' bout hundreds now, now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now(now)
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now (now)
She want me to come pull up and rub it down
I'm so mad I ain't wearin' a rubber now
Finna nut I might make her a mother now, now
Can't replace me, you can't find another now
Wearin' Margiela coats in the summer now
We got opp n****s duckin' for cover now, now
Undefeated, feel like Floyd
Cause most of my opps wanna knock me down
At the top, can't go back to the bottom now, now
From the trenches, I whip a Ferrari now
Millie rockin' and chillin' with Carti now
Made my way to the top, took a different route out
Nigga pussy on soul, don't want no static, yuh
I get a bag, need to have it, yuh
Steave Nashin' this bitch, I'm a maverick, yuh
At the top of the game, I'm not average, yuh
When I f*ck from the back, I'ma grab it, yuh
She be throwin' it back like she ratchet, yuh
Tell her man she'll be home, she a savage, yuh uh
Goddamn, lil' mama, why you act like that
Most of these niggas can't walk, can't talk, can't even get a rack like that
Damn girl throw it back like that
F*ck around and get a bag like that
Doing shows tryna make me a hunnid thou
Hope my momma ain't stressin' bout money now
Niggas die every day tryna make it out, out
We gon' load up the clip, got a hunnid round
Nigga pull up, get hit, we gon' gun him down
Swear to God, I ain't stressin' bout hunnids now, now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now(now)
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now (now)
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Doing shows tryna make me a hunnid thou
Hope my momma ain't stressin' bout money now
Niggas die every day tryna make it out, out
We gon' load up the clip, got a hunnid rounds
Nigga pull up, get hit, we gon' gun him down
Swear to God, I ain't stressin' bout hundreds now, now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now(now)
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now (now)
She want me to come pull up and rub it down
I'm so mad I ain't wearin' a rubber now
Finna nut I might make her a mother now, now
Can't replace me, you can't find another now
Wearin' Margiela coats in the summer now
We got opp n****s duckin' for cover now, now
Undefeated, feel like Floyd
Cause most of my opps wanna knock me down
At the top, can't go back to the bottom now, now
From the trenches, I whip a Ferrari now
Millie rockin' and chillin' with Carti now
Made my way to the top, took a different route out
Nigga pussy on soul, don't want no static, yuh
I get a bag, need to have it, yuh
Steave Nashin' this bitch, I'm a maverick, yuh
At the top of the game, I'm not average, yuh
When I f*ck from the back, I'ma grab it, yuh
She be throwin' it back like she ratchet, yuh
Tell her man she'll be home, she a savage, yuh uh
Goddamn, lil' mama, why you act like that
Most of these niggas can't walk, can't talk, can't even get a rack like that
Damn girl throw it back like that
F*ck around and get a bag like that
Doing shows tryna make me a hunnid thou
Hope my momma ain't stressin' bout money now
Niggas die every day tryna make it out, out
We gon' load up the clip, got a hunnid round
Nigga pull up, get hit, we gon' gun him down
Swear to God, I ain't stressin' bout hunnids now, now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now(now)
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now
We done ran up a check, getting money now (now)
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Writer: Braylon James
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