BRODY by Rare Bass lyrics

BRODY

Rare Bass

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro: Rare Bass & Producer Tag]
Ah, I can't believe I'm doing this on a Goofy Goober beat
But it has to be done someway

*It's GTTC on the beat, yuh*

[Verse 1]
Brody, you used to be my guy
We'd fuck bitches like eating some pie
Brody, you used to be the slime
Now these songs we make be running out of time
Like it's a package from amazon prime
And I let all of that bullshit slide
Because Brody I thought you were the guy
Man, ya'll know I loved him
Thought no one was above him
But I was wrong anyway
Man, I evеn made a song on his birthday
But he showed no attеntion
And I will say we used to be best friends
Now someone else is #1 on my friend list
Yeah, were supposed to be best friends
But there's a connection I can't resist
Man, Brody we had locked but then
You locked it back up
Brody is a misfit, I can't get him to admit it
The lies he says I can't predict
Didn't think he'd ever have those intentions
Tried to resolve this whole entire conflict
All of this inside me got too built up
This is the only way to fix it
And Brody you are now finished

[Outro: 6ix9ine]
If you don't got this watch right here
You a little boy to me
I'll kiss you on your forehead, you a little boy
Sit down, king's home
It's Over

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PLUGGLOVE by Rare Bass lyrics

PLUGGLOVE

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Rap

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[Intro]
(snow, this beat sucks)
Shut up, snow
Snow this beat sucks like shut up, bruh
Your beats are trash

(hello, someone is available to take your call please leave your message after the tone)

[Chorus 1]
I love when lil baby sucking me up
Pick up my heart and I'll pick up the gun
This some real love we don't do this for fun
Mess with baby get a head start to run

Plug, plug
I think I got the one
Love, love
Reach for the stars over the sun

Yeah
I take lil baby over anyonе
In a love competition we numbеr one
I treat you right like the favorite son
When I'm down you always bring me up

Up, up
We fly high in the sky
Why, why
We haven't felt like this in a while

In a while, yeah it's been so wild
Why not have a child?
We can go ride for miles
Baby just stick with me
Sit on my lap and kiss me
Designer rocks
Tinny, Gucci, Louis, henny

[Verse 1]
We get way too turnt up
I feel good when she take her shirt off
Ride in a car Imma make her burn out
Fly over the city just like some angels
We gonna party rock and hit the bingo
It's been a while since I got a wind blow
Go on vacation n' hit some trits, yeah
Go back to the hotel and close all the windows

Baby, do you see me
Riding in that tinted Bentley
Got enough of all green jimmy
Enough to feed your family
Baby come down, yeah
Yeah, we're living in the south yeah
Baby, come and ride yeah
Let's go see the Nothern Lights, yeah

[Verse 2]
Enough of that talking
Let me pick you up so you ain't got to walk it
Baby, I'll stalk you
Not in a weird way but I'll give you all the profits
Money can't stop us
As long as you with me there shouldn't have to be problem
Money don't resolve us
Money doesn't fix unnecessary problems
Oh yeah, baby I don't want no problems
Problems always lead to heartbreaks
I don't want my heart to ache now

Speaking of that
Imma go ride to the bank and get cashed out
After that we go back to the crib shawty taking her ass out
She call me a cowboy cause I use a lasso
And I'm like (And I'm like)

Oh
Shawty taking it too far for me
Yeah, me and shawty looking down far from the trees

[Chorus 2]
I love when lil baby sucking me up
Pick up my heart and I'll pick up the gun
This some real love we don't do this for fun
Mess wit baby get a head start to run

Plug, plug
I think I got the one
Love, love
Reach for the stars over the sun

Yeah
I take lil baby over anyone
In a love competition we number one
I treat you right like the favorite son
When I'm down you always bring me up

Up, up
We fly high in the sky
Why, why
We haven't felt like this in a while

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