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610 Preem0
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Bryson Bell-St.John
Bryson Bell-St.John
Performer
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Bryson Bell-St.John
Bryson Bell-St.John
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Lyrics

Ain't a nigga alive that got one up on me She tryna do anything just to get on the team I won't ever forget I got lit, they was telling me quit She gave up the drop, so I tell em' to spin Then I gave him a tech, like he hung on the rim You might could do it, I'm better with it Once she fuck on another, I'll never hit it You should've knew I was special with it This ain't a game, how I'm really living Full court press, we get up close I don't just rap, I touch souls I ain't just hot, I'm tenth degree I ain't heard of them, but they watching me When she ride, only time that somebody on top of me It ain't no stopping me, look Drop a bag, only time I pull up, get it popping Yeah, I'm hot commodity I put the team in my back, no probably Way deeper than rap in all honesty It get risky, I know they gon' slide for me She a thot, so I treat her like property Break her back in, told her bring friends Don't got no love, that was back then Shit changed since I carried that casket Move wrong, and your face gon' end up on a package Tried to slime me, what? I'm like, what's a snake to a dragon? Rock in my hand, I ain't thinkin' about passing Took what I want, I ain't thinkin' about asking If I make it hot, I'ma really do damage All these hoes in the spot got me feeling like Santa She just want me to put her on camera Up that, bro gon' put him on a banner Must be sick in the head, think you better than me Say what you want, they know 10 a OG Shordie love me or leave Ain't no running from me, they know I'm elite Hop out the back and just run up on feet They never got nothing to say when we meet I never got nothing to say bout a freak, I already beat I won't ever forget I got lit, they was telling me quit She gave up the drop, so I tell em' to spin Then I gave him a tech, like he hung on the rim You might could do it, I'm better with it Once she fuck on another, I'll never hit it You should've knew I was special with it This ain't a game, how I'm really living
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