Lyrics:
out valves
And a leaky radiator
I wear a twenty dollar suit
I bought from J.C. Penney's
Back in 1962
But I've got somethin' to brag about
out valves
And a leaky radiator
I wear a twenty dollar suit
I bought from J.C. Penney's
Back in 1962
But I've got somethin' to brag about
let go of the life that we had
That nights spend
All alone in my bed
Tangled up in the sheets
I would brag To my friends
But I guess everything it
If we make it to the league girl you know ima average
Triple doubles, they in trouble, I'm filling the stat sheet
Forgot to brag about the game I was
or just a partner in the sheets
Do you brag about me when you're chilling with your friends
Or pretend I don't exist? Are you in this to the end
Are we
recently did sheets
I'ma brag that I'm caught up on laundry
And it's only midweek
I'ma kill the beat
Oh
Well that worked out nice
Alright
valves and leaky radiator
I wear a twenty dollar suit I bought from JC Penny's back in '62
But I've got something to brag about something to brag about
try to pay attention but y'all mad boring
And I got so much swag I need an ad for it
And I don't like to brag, so my bitches brag for me
Oh, she
out valves
And a leaky radiator
I wear a twenty dollar suit
I bought from J.C. Penney's
Back in 1962
But I've got somethin' to brag about
laid on some pink mink sheets blowin' swishers
Holdin' on some champagne while doin ya damn thang
Caressin' on tha world main
Adressin'' you is no
ain't like for me to brag
But you niggas ain't got swag, you should come and get a class from me
Got two bad bitches on me, me (bad bitches on me)
baby
Don't mean to brag
But it's the things you do
Don't mean to talk
But it's the way you love me
Feels like its heaven when I'm here with you
Something nasty
Fuck yo past babe
That's the old you
Don't gotta ask me
Don't gotta brag see
When people ask scream
Tell'em thats you
I need something classy
out in the streets
You know I be rich oh
Go to bed Louis my sheets
Lil shorty be all in my dreams
Lil shorty make you not see
Lucid dreamin oh I'm
Shawty You & I
If we ever be besties
Shawty You & I
We gon end up on bed sheets Yeah
Shawty You & I
If we ever be besties
Shawty You & I
We
Bedroom bully
Let me turn you out
I feel your pum pum like a
Heart beat
Between the sheets you
Know i had to run these streets
You gave me options
to flaunt that status
Got a cheat sheet
If he ain't good meat
Nasty twitter fleets
With the oil
Got leaked
No one knows the deets
And now she's on tv
He
brag on me, so I let her
She ain’t have no choice
Here go the bag
Here go the bag baby
Your first choice
She was so bad had to pull up on her
Had no
Violation
Stay on broke and you never hustle for the bag (damn)
Thats a violation
Brag about shit you aint never really had (ha)
That a violation
Yell-star, make me yell
Of the cool sheet pleasant
Such teachings make me still
Each line's digestible
You are with me at the end
You will be my last
the flavor, the savior
Stealin' internet from your neighbors
Rollin' up sheets, since a negus was on papers
Here to change the game were they advocate rapists
destiny tonight
These are my intentions JB, changes on tonight
I wanna take it off
Get into my bed
Gotta show it off
I don't mean to brag
Girl I'll
picked up them pieces my life like a puzzle
Yeah I can brag 'cause I'm straight out the struggle and yeah I can brag 'cause this Straight out the muscle
The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and milk from a small
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