Belly - Bobby brown

Yeah
Hello
Yeah
Yeah

Fighting for the 98, now I'm in that 2 percent
Flashbacks to '02, R.Kelly in the news again
Hoping this confusion ends, 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
Trappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans
Check my net worth, I don't need to network
I'm burning holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turning hoes into thousand dollar experts
If you hating suck a dick until your neck hurts
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul but it's too expensive
Ugh, she said that money was her new religion
Paper multiplying we don't do division
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a bitch to ride the mustache

Bobby Brown, I'm copping new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul

She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping 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 heavy, I'm the one you missin'


She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping 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 heavy, I'm the one you missin'

I'm way too old for new love, I'm chasin' new buds
Plus my heart too cold for nude butt, 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
Hear my drop shit pop, I'm too clutch I'm taking too much
Pull up that with pom pom, who been gassin' you up?
Bitch you 'sposed to hold me down, what's been holding you up?
Either way I don't give two fucks, you ain't worth two nuts
Sal told me so much, Diddy told me no rush
No luck, sorry Puff I'm in Ferrari's doing donuts
This feeling got me so numb, exhale the clique they won't touch
Your MCM can't touch the water he might fuck his gold up
Hold up, there's love inside this Styrofoam cup
I've been running through your mind, and that's what fucked my soul up
Smoking like I ain't got no lungs, I started so young
College bitches going so dumb, suck my dick like no gums
She on that

Bobby Brown, I'm copping new ediitons
Devil tried to buy my soul

She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping 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 heavy, I'm the one you missin'

She on that Bobby Brown, I'm copping 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 heavy, Bobby Brown

Writers: Ahmad Balshe , Benjamin Diehl , KHALED MOHAMMAED KHALED , CZESLOW NIEMAN , NORMAN SIMON

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