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Bridesburg Video (MV)




Performed By: OT The Real
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell




OT The Real - Bridesburg Lyrics




Get my strap to my bitch and get dropped at the airport
They say the beef in the way, yeah, okay, but I'm here for it
Talk I don't care for, over that work, I'll be there every first like a landlord
They pull my bro with a boat full of doze, I'm so on go, I done ran for it
F*ck the law, we ain't pullin' over, dash packed up, full of Yola
Homie said you wasn't listenin', so he sent the bands and a bullet told ya
Burned every bridge, who could you go to?
Get a plug almost half off front like a hood promoter
Man, I pull up on ya with a loaded somethin
Youngin told me, OG, you just hold the button
And I overpaid it just to throw him somethin
And he knows I raised it like my oldest son
I gotta overcome, they got a water fund
You think the corner fun until you caught with one
And like a quarter iron goin' a quarter rumblin'
With a quarter pointin' cause you pourin' Hustlin'
Told him, till you come back with some bread, no more discussion
Fiends tappin' on my window, that's raw percussion
But it's all or nothin' when they call the gunnin'
And you all are gummin'
And the law is comin'
And your heart is pumpin' cause you saw this comin'

I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin'
I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin'
They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin'
T got it jumpin', y'all got nothin'

Gon' start a beef and go back to the Bing
Time that you home, my bag is too big
You in the grave, that I can dig
I pay in ye, that I can bring
I pray for my phone and that it'll ring
I see the snakes link up with the rats
I guess that's the new thing
Pay who you owe, bet you I pay who you know
Tell him I pay you in blow
She give me brain on the low
Some say she a hoe
She like to play in the snow
We been on go from the go
That's how it go except I got the paper to show
I play my enemies close, you don't ever know
Can't let it f*ck up my flow

I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin'
I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin'
They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin'
T got it jumpin', y'all got nothin'
I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin'
I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin'
They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin'
Y'all got nothin'"
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Get my strap to my bitch and get dropped at the airport
They say the beef in the way, yeah, okay, but I'm here for it
Talk I don't care for, over that work, I'll be there every first like a landlord
They pull my bro with a boat full of doze, I'm so on go, I done ran for it
F*ck the law, we ain't pullin' over, dash packed up, full of Yola
Homie said you wasn't listenin', so he sent the bands and a bullet told ya
Burned every bridge, who could you go to?
Get a plug almost half off front like a hood promoter
Man, I pull up on ya with a loaded somethin
Youngin told me, OG, you just hold the button
And I overpaid it just to throw him somethin
And he knows I raised it like my oldest son
I gotta overcome, they got a water fund
You think the corner fun until you caught with one
And like a quarter iron goin' a quarter rumblin'
With a quarter pointin' cause you pourin' Hustlin'
Told him, till you come back with some bread, no more discussion
Fiends tappin' on my window, that's raw percussion
But it's all or nothin' when they call the gunnin'
And you all are gummin'
And the law is comin'
And your heart is pumpin' cause you saw this comin'

I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin'
I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin'
They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin'
T got it jumpin', y'all got nothin'

Gon' start a beef and go back to the Bing
Time that you home, my bag is too big
You in the grave, that I can dig
I pay in ye, that I can bring
I pray for my phone and that it'll ring
I see the snakes link up with the rats
I guess that's the new thing
Pay who you owe, bet you I pay who you know
Tell him I pay you in blow
She give me brain on the low
Some say she a hoe
She like to play in the snow
We been on go from the go
That's how it go except I got the paper to show
I play my enemies close, you don't ever know
Can't let it f*ck up my flow

I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin'
I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin'
They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin'
T got it jumpin', y'all got nothin'
I hit that alley in Bridesburg and started runnin'
I got it crackin' in Bridesburg and started somethin'
They tried to get me in Bridesburg, they all got nothin'
Y'all got nothin'"
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Writer: Nicholas Stimson, Stephen P. Odell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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