Bitch I'm making plays
Like a point guard
Call me Juiceman
Briggas sippin wok hard
Makin hard shit
Bitch call me Mozart
It ain't your gang
Yea we shoot fire
Jug a plug out his whole pack Yea you know that
Snipe a brigga
It ain't Kodak
You ain't got no racks
Chopstick him like he Japanese
But he won't blow back
Bitch it's Bromeo in the party
Throwing whole stacks
Kicking doors
Jugging whores
Driving fast
In a Ford
Man this shit up on my body
You can not afford
I just got yo shorty
And I got her Micheal Kors
Yea they watch us
They can't stop us
Bromeo is too drippy need a mop bruh
If a brigga rob me I won't call the cops
Call our shooters make his crib a little hot bruh
Bitch I'm making plays
Like a point guard
Call me Juiceman
Briggas sippin wok hard
Makin hard shit
Bitch call me Mozart
It ain't wolf gang
Brigga yea we shoot fire
Jug a plug out his whole pack
Yea you know thattt
Snipe a brigga
It ain't Kodak
Ye ain't got no racks
Chopstick him like he Japanese
But he won't blow back
Bitch it's Bromeo in the party
Throwing whole
Tv static intermission
Please stop hitting up my phone
I do not want to talk to you
All of you other briggas fake so I could never walk with you
You need to hop off of my dick and go do what you posed to do
Them other briggas ain't know shit lil bitch I'm way more cold than you
And I don't like nothing so I don't go nowhere
I see them other briggas wearing shit bromeo used to wear
And I be killing all you briggas they should put me in a chair
They said they put me in the game but that shit really isn't fair
I see these bitches trynna ride the wave
But those the bitches that never gave me the time of day
And I can't wait until I hop up in that private jet
So I can take off on you f*ck briggas and fly away
But all these briggas want a feature
And they girl want me to eat her
And these people hit my phone and they be asking for that ether
I was boolin in the cut but now I'm bleeding through your speakers
Talking reckless boy you pussy you get beat up for your sneakers
You briggas trash
I heard a lot of your shit
And honestly it was the past
Smoking on gas
Moving in slow mo
But I'm fast when I hop in the jag
Back in the day
They used to talk a lot of shit
But now they be kissing my ass
Get in the way
You is a dumb bitch
Boy don't get your ass put in the back
Bromeo - mozart/motivated Lyrics
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Bitch I'm making plays
Like a point guard
Call me Juiceman
Briggas sippin wok hard
Makin hard shit
Bitch call me Mozart
It ain't your gang
Yea we shoot fire
Jug a plug out his whole pack Yea you know that
Snipe a brigga
It ain't Kodak
You ain't got no racks
Chopstick him like he Japanese
But he won't blow back
Bitch it's Bromeo in the party
Throwing whole stacks
Kicking doors
Jugging whores
Driving fast
In a Ford
Man this shit up on my body
You can not afford
I just got yo shorty
And I got her Micheal Kors
Yea they watch us
They can't stop us
Bromeo is too drippy need a mop bruh
If a brigga rob me I won't call the cops
Call our shooters make his crib a little hot bruh
Bitch I'm making plays
Like a point guard
Call me Juiceman
Briggas sippin wok hard
Makin hard shit
Bitch call me Mozart
It ain't wolf gang
Brigga yea we shoot fire
Jug a plug out his whole pack
Yea you know thattt
Snipe a brigga
It ain't Kodak
Ye ain't got no racks
Chopstick him like he Japanese
But he won't blow back
Bitch it's Bromeo in the party
Throwing whole
Tv static intermission
Please stop hitting up my phone
I do not want to talk to you
All of you other briggas fake so I could never walk with you
You need to hop off of my dick and go do what you posed to do
Them other briggas ain't know shit lil bitch I'm way more cold than you
And I don't like nothing so I don't go nowhere
I see them other briggas wearing shit bromeo used to wear
And I be killing all you briggas they should put me in a chair
They said they put me in the game but that shit really isn't fair
I see these bitches trynna ride the wave
But those the bitches that never gave me the time of day
And I can't wait until I hop up in that private jet
So I can take off on you f*ck briggas and fly away
But all these briggas want a feature
And they girl want me to eat her
And these people hit my phone and they be asking for that ether
I was boolin in the cut but now I'm bleeding through your speakers
Talking reckless boy you pussy you get beat up for your sneakers
You briggas trash
I heard a lot of your shit
And honestly it was the past
Smoking on gas
Moving in slow mo
But I'm fast when I hop in the jag
Back in the day
They used to talk a lot of shit
But now they be kissing my ass
Get in the way
You is a dumb bitch
Boy don't get your ass put in the back
Like a point guard
Call me Juiceman
Briggas sippin wok hard
Makin hard shit
Bitch call me Mozart
It ain't your gang
Yea we shoot fire
Jug a plug out his whole pack Yea you know that
Snipe a brigga
It ain't Kodak
You ain't got no racks
Chopstick him like he Japanese
But he won't blow back
Bitch it's Bromeo in the party
Throwing whole stacks
Kicking doors
Jugging whores
Driving fast
In a Ford
Man this shit up on my body
You can not afford
I just got yo shorty
And I got her Micheal Kors
Yea they watch us
They can't stop us
Bromeo is too drippy need a mop bruh
If a brigga rob me I won't call the cops
Call our shooters make his crib a little hot bruh
Bitch I'm making plays
Like a point guard
Call me Juiceman
Briggas sippin wok hard
Makin hard shit
Bitch call me Mozart
It ain't wolf gang
Brigga yea we shoot fire
Jug a plug out his whole pack
Yea you know thattt
Snipe a brigga
It ain't Kodak
Ye ain't got no racks
Chopstick him like he Japanese
But he won't blow back
Bitch it's Bromeo in the party
Throwing whole
Tv static intermission
Please stop hitting up my phone
I do not want to talk to you
All of you other briggas fake so I could never walk with you
You need to hop off of my dick and go do what you posed to do
Them other briggas ain't know shit lil bitch I'm way more cold than you
And I don't like nothing so I don't go nowhere
I see them other briggas wearing shit bromeo used to wear
And I be killing all you briggas they should put me in a chair
They said they put me in the game but that shit really isn't fair
I see these bitches trynna ride the wave
But those the bitches that never gave me the time of day
And I can't wait until I hop up in that private jet
So I can take off on you f*ck briggas and fly away
But all these briggas want a feature
And they girl want me to eat her
And these people hit my phone and they be asking for that ether
I was boolin in the cut but now I'm bleeding through your speakers
Talking reckless boy you pussy you get beat up for your sneakers
You briggas trash
I heard a lot of your shit
And honestly it was the past
Smoking on gas
Moving in slow mo
But I'm fast when I hop in the jag
Back in the day
They used to talk a lot of shit
But now they be kissing my ass
Get in the way
You is a dumb bitch
Boy don't get your ass put in the back
Writer: Romeo Covarrubias
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid