Bugatti bruh
michaelpezzy30 Plays
•19 days ago
Bugatti Bruh Yo, I thought you had it, but you didn’t have shh, I’m the reason you’re livin’, know you owe me this, Otherwise, you got nada, just a whole lotta wish, Keep frontin’ with your loud ass, man, you think you slick? Woo de woo de, with my Bugatti mafia shit, Rollin’ heavy in the whip, got that ice-cold grip, Ain’t no bluffin’, no actin’, I’m the realest in this biz, You just a wannabe player, I’m the king, you a kid. Talkin’ big game, but you ain’t got a plan, I’m stackin’ up my paper, while you frontin’ for your fans, You think you run the block, but you ain’t even in the land, I’m the one with the vision, you just tryna make a stand. So keep shoutin’, keep yellin’, but you know what’s true, Without me in your corner, you’d be lost in the blue, You say you got the drip, but it’s just a lil’ dew, Tryna rock with the best, but you ain’t even in view. Woo de woo de, with my Bugatti mafia shit, I’m the spark, I’m the fire, you just tryna be lit, Got the crown, got the throne, yeah, I’m callin’ the hit, You keep fakin’ like you poppin’, but you really just quit. Time to face it, that reality’s cold, I’m the one with the gold, you just watchin’ me unfold, Keep your front, keep your talk, but you never been bold, I’m the beast in the silence, that’s the truth I uphold. Yeah, I thought you had it, but you didn’t have shh, So step back, little boy, and just watch how I flip, With my crew, we gon’ rise, ‘cause we handle the grit, This Bugatti life’s a thrill, and you ain’t even in it.
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Bugatti Bruh Yo, I thought you had it, but you didn’t have shh, I’m the reason you’re livin’, know you owe me this, Otherwise, you got nada, just a whole lotta wish, Keep frontin’ with your loud ass, man, you think you slick? Woo de woo de, with my Bugatti mafia shit, Rollin’ heavy in the whip, got that ice-cold grip, Ain’t no bluffin’, no actin’, I’m the realest in this biz, You just a wannabe player, I’m the king, you a kid. Talkin’ big game, but you ain’t got a plan, I’m stackin’ up my paper, while you frontin’ for your fans, You think you run the block, but you ain’t even in the land, I’m the one with the vision, you just tryna make a stand. So keep shoutin’, keep yellin’, but you know what’s true, Without me in your corner, you’d be lost in the blue, You say you got the drip, but it’s just a lil’ dew, Tryna rock with the best, but you ain’t even in view. Woo de woo de, with my Bugatti mafia shit, I’m the spark, I’m the fire, you just tryna be lit, Got the crown, got the throne, yeah, I’m callin’ the hit, You keep fakin’ like you poppin’, but you really just quit. Time to face it, that reality’s cold, I’m the one with the gold, you just watchin’ me unfold, Keep your front, keep your talk, but you never been bold, I’m the beast in the silence, that’s the truth I uphold. Yeah, I thought you had it, but you didn’t have shh, So step back, little boy, and just watch how I flip, With my crew, we gon’ rise, ‘cause we handle the grit, This Bugatti life’s a thrill, and you ain’t even in it.
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