Spoiled Brat Songtext
von Mavi
Spoiled Brat Songtext
Yeah, yeah
You wouldn′t rap like that if you want it
You wouldn't act like that if you want it
Yeah, yeah
You wouldn′t rap like that if you want it
You wouldn't act like that if you want it
I was on backpack path, niggas stunted
I can't wear pats on back, badge of honor
I had an asthma attack when we rushed ′em
I quit the Xanax, a stab in the stomach
Got twice the gravity, half the circumference
You reach, then this hesi′ gon' have niggas stumblin′
Good dribble moves
Image of man, I'm original
Feedin′ my fam lil' riddle food
Reason she put hands on me, chemical
When I couldn′t touch these bands, wasn't pitiful
Knew mandem wicked, I'm wicked too
Nеw fans, I′m feelin′ invincible
New dance stеps, nigga done bit a few
No hand checkin', she said, "I′m feelin' you"
No bread lessons ′til you go risk a few, living proof
Footprint on necks, can't lift a shoe
Off principle, I′m finna juke
Told my mama, "Give me weeks," come back and give her breesh
I'll give her what she needs 'cept access to me
I′m a complicated man, local niggas tryna beef
Business tryna breach, took her to the beach
Got sand all in the Prius, I couldn′t give a damn them days
I rotate different ruts, sneaking, getting drunk
Seethin' on a button, chiefin′ on an onion
Glad I washed my hands, now you gon' honor my request
If at your own behest, and if this game is chess
Put in a lot of work for the throne to rule this land
I told my mama, "Give me weeks," come back and give her breesh
I′ll give her what she needs 'cept access to me
I′m a complicated man, local niggas tryna beef
Business tryna breach, took her to the beach
Got sand all in the Prius, I couldn't give a damn them days
I rotate different ruts, sneaking, getting drunk
Seethin' on a button, chiefin′ on an onion
I′m glad I washed my hands, now you gon' honor my request
If at your own behest, and if this game is chess
I put in a lot of work for the throne to rule this land
Yeah, for the throne to rule this land, my nigga
Put in a lot of work, yeah, for the throne to rule this land, nigga
You wouldn′t rap like that if you want it
You wouldn't act like that if you want it
Yeah, yeah
You wouldn′t rap like that if you want it
You wouldn't act like that if you want it
I was on backpack path, niggas stunted
I can't wear pats on back, badge of honor
I had an asthma attack when we rushed ′em
I quit the Xanax, a stab in the stomach
Got twice the gravity, half the circumference
You reach, then this hesi′ gon' have niggas stumblin′
Good dribble moves
Image of man, I'm original
Feedin′ my fam lil' riddle food
Reason she put hands on me, chemical
When I couldn′t touch these bands, wasn't pitiful
Knew mandem wicked, I'm wicked too
Nеw fans, I′m feelin′ invincible
New dance stеps, nigga done bit a few
No hand checkin', she said, "I′m feelin' you"
No bread lessons ′til you go risk a few, living proof
Footprint on necks, can't lift a shoe
Off principle, I′m finna juke
Told my mama, "Give me weeks," come back and give her breesh
I'll give her what she needs 'cept access to me
I′m a complicated man, local niggas tryna beef
Business tryna breach, took her to the beach
Got sand all in the Prius, I couldn′t give a damn them days
I rotate different ruts, sneaking, getting drunk
Seethin' on a button, chiefin′ on an onion
Glad I washed my hands, now you gon' honor my request
If at your own behest, and if this game is chess
Put in a lot of work for the throne to rule this land
I told my mama, "Give me weeks," come back and give her breesh
I′ll give her what she needs 'cept access to me
I′m a complicated man, local niggas tryna beef
Business tryna breach, took her to the beach
Got sand all in the Prius, I couldn't give a damn them days
I rotate different ruts, sneaking, getting drunk
Seethin' on a button, chiefin′ on an onion
I′m glad I washed my hands, now you gon' honor my request
If at your own behest, and if this game is chess
I put in a lot of work for the throne to rule this land
Yeah, for the throne to rule this land, my nigga
Put in a lot of work, yeah, for the throne to rule this land, nigga
Writer(s): Omavi Minder, Xavier Boykin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
