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bright lights wrist cost a feature
Wouldn't believe ya

Report from the bleachers cause we got no plays
When this shit drop I'm chillin' for days (sike)

name be malika
Uh 
You know I need ya
I'm Up on bleacher report while they
Supporting from bleachers
Then speak to you like they was more than a feature

jet
Blast off
They been sleeping on me
I Give them cold sweats
You can yell
From the bleachers homie
I'm right at the net
Bleacher report that
I'm

from bleacher report
Keys to the Porsche
But I don't need them of Course
Yeah
Push to start I don't need them of course
But you know the clipse told

The Side Line Bleacher Report 
Im Gon Take A Nigga Bitch I’m Like A Thief In The Dark
I Could Rip Em Wit The Grip Nd I Could Leave Em Apart

For The Record
I

send them out

Bleacher report
Better open up your pores
And your dogs a whore
We finna make some porn

La la la la le
I feel holy
La la la la le
Like

planted to show I’m not soft
Got flaws bury them deep under the court
Cuz the devil bout the numbers she’s the Bleacher Report
And she doesn’t read she

the bleacher report

Spread all your wings and reach for the stars

Gotta believe that each one is yours

Rappin' like this turn to features galore

Straight

niggas be bleacher report they post news right after
Still tryna get courtside cant see much from the rafters
My OG gave me three
He told me go ball jus

burned in her mind
She scrolls through Bleacher Report every weekend
Pretends to read the headlines
So when her guy friends are like, "Did you see this?"

like momma newports
Become a better me, fuck yo bleacher report
Im out of they league, decide to take, get back whats mine
Fuck yo theory, I used to feel

feature
Bleacher report on this
I'm bout to seat ya
Twist your head in ways it don't go
You'll need a preacher yeah
Welcome to the night shift

Bitch

been puttin' in hours, I'm workin' over the meter
You see the stripes on my T-shirt, I'm too official, you bleacher
Report the news like a broadcast,

a dinner, baby this ain’t tinder

when i get hit i return, when you get hit you run
y’all be doing reports like bleacher
gave her the shtick now she attached

ballin, you report it like its Bleacher
And your girl court side, you watchin from the bleachers
After the game she give brain like a teacher
What is

be ballin, you report it like its Bleacher
And your girl court side, you watchin from the bleachers
After the game she give brain like a teacher
What

you'll go and see reports on Forbes and Bleachers (on Bleachers, Bleachers)
That bitch give me brain I'm feeling famous, pour some lean it'll put you up

reports we made the bleacher
Everyday I think bt grandma 'cause I need her
Baby have my back forever promise I won't leave ya
Told my momma I don't wanna

you still couldn't do it
If I wanted some head I'd go in the bleachers 
I don't mean report, I don't need no teachers
I own all my stock, a natural born

I've been in the game
Thought I had changed but I'm feeling the same
I put pencil to paper and I let it all flow
Spent years on the bleachers now I'm

you know that lil bitch, hey!
You a cocka roach ass lil bitch
I'mma take your head off and roll it, no rollin' bitch, hey!
Big B's on report card
Right

hitting the store because before I ain't had a lot
Remember I couldn't afford it
But now my stewardess pouring the pop
Studied the scouting report and now

Studied the scouting report and now Imma score on every shot
Thinkin' they ready to run it with me
Better be ready to back it up
Trying comparing they money

never focus on bleachers
I laced up my sneakers, I know I'ma ball
Niggas fouls be flagrant, I leave a goofy outta bounds
All the shots they took they