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[Intro: xaviersobased]
Hey, this is Xavier and I just wanted to let you guys know that you're listening to a BrodieBased exclusive

[Verse 1: brodiebased]
(Yuh uh)
If I'm attracted to your b*tch then ima hit 'er up
Momma told me f*ck em get that money that sh*t real as f*ck
All my exes kinda did me dirty wish I never f*cked
All your music never get no plays you need to give it up
How the f*ck you mad about a hoe cause she won't give it up
Brodie mane taught me like the cover of a magazine
Choppa got a clip but the AR got a magazine
I bе higher than a b*tch I can never tеll what's happening
Police always trying to pat me down and I ain't doin nothing
While you n*ggas was in class I had the mask and I was shooting something
I was chillin' with your hoe I gave her di*k and now she walk different
She was hangin' round the gang she caught the lingo now she talk different

[Verse 2: brodiebased]
Now your b*tch know the lingo
Brodie really pushing in the whip like the Django
Laser hit a n*gga take his skin off like a mango
Teach your b*tch how to tango
She wan' be my main hoe
Hoes on my di*k cause I'm pretty like a rainbow
I'ma hit it once and I dip like some queso'
I don't chase liquor why the f*ck would I chase hoes
$400, let's spend it hell yeah that's a case closed
Catch a n*gga lackin' paparazzi
One hand on your b*tch chest feelin' like a Nazi
Hoes on my body like a f*ckin' autopsy
Roll down a n*gga block but I ain't playin' Yahtzy
Ops on the other side, I'ma bust a U
Why you talkin' bout these other n*ggas, only me and you
n*gga I just get to bussing ain't no time to think it through
If a n*gga try to touch me ain't no tellin' what i'd do
[Verse 1: brodiebased]
If I'm attracted to your b*tch then ima hit 'er up
Momma told me f*ck em get that money that sh*t real as f*ck
All my exes kinda did me dirty wish I never f*cked
All your music never get no plays you need to give it up
How the f*ck you mad about a hoe cause she won't give it up
Brodie mane taught me like the cover of a magazine
Choppa got a clip but the AR got a magazine
I be higher than a b*tch I can never tell what's happening
Police always trying to pat me down and I ain't doin nothing
While you n*ggas was in class I had the mask and I was shooting something
I was chillin' with your hoe I gave her di*k and now she walk different
She was hangin' round the gang she caught the lingo now she talk different

[Verse 2: brodiebased]
Now your b*tch know the lingo
Brodie really pushing in the whip like the Django
Laser hit a n*gga take his skin off like a mango
Teach your b*tch how to tango
She wan' be my main hoe
Hoes on my di*k cause I'm pretty like a rainbow
I'ma hit it once and I dip like some queso'
I don't chase liquor why the f*ck would I chase hoes
$400, let's spend it hell yeah that's a case closed
Catch a n*gga lackin' paparazzi
One hand on your b*tch chest feelin' like a Nazi
Hoes on my body like a f*ckin' autopsy
Roll down a n*gga block but I ain't playin' Yahtzy
Ops on the other side, I'ma bust a U
Why you talkin' bout these other n*ggas, only me and you
n*gga I just get to bussing ain't no time to think it through
If a n*gga try to touch me ain't no tellin' what i'd do