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• Artiste: Belly
• Titre: Bobby Brown
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Yeah, hold up, yeah Yeah, fightin' for the '98, now I'm in that 2 percent Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again Hopin' it's confusion, I can't afford to lose again Real life, no Superman, that's why the villains usually win They just want our soul, so I get home and pop some Luther in Rappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans Check my net worth, I don't need the network I'm burnin' holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts If you hatin' suck a dick until your neck hurt She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul, but it's too expensive She said that money was a new religion Paper multiplyin', we don't do division I used to ride the bus without a bus pass Now I tell a bitch to ride the moustache Like Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul- She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin' She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference Now my shit hittin', (I'm the one you missin') I'm way too old for new love I'm chasin' new bucks Plus my heart too cold for Nubuck You hoes should suit up Swear this shit is like a new drug And I'm the new plug Flow so dope that you could shoot up Stay low and move up And my drop shit pop, I'm too clutch I'm takin' too much Pull up with that [?], who been gassin' you up? Bitch you supposed to hold me down, what's been holdin' you up? Either way I don't give two fucks, you ain't worth two nuts Sam told me so much, Diddy told me no rush No luck, sorry Puff, I'm in Ferraris doin' donuts This feelin' got me so numb XO the clique, they won't touch Yeah MCM can't touch the water he might fuck his gold up Hold up, there's love inside this styrofoam cup I been runnin' through your mind and that's what fucked my soul up Smokin' like I ain't got no lungs, I started so young College bitches goin' so dumb, suck my dick like no gums She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul- She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin' She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference Now my shit hittin'