Bragging rights Lyrics – Toby $pades

Bragging rights Lyrics by Toby $pades

Big smoke
New girl
Too bad
Big smoke and i got that whiskey

New quote, we can both get risky
Too bad, so i call her my kiki
Deliver the flow, up and down my mistress
Live fast, ’cause i’m always on the next scene

New phone, but i’m calling my old thing
Bad girl and she even got a nose ring
Lifestyle here, never need no stress
My shawty got a big butt

It could crack your skull like a chestnut
Wanna f#ck with her, man, best not
’cause my bullets gon’ hit like rick ross
Oh lord, everything nice

Evеrything cool when you come through
My breath, your waist, my facе, your case
My energy gone, your energy on
Oh lord, it’s bliss

Never would’ve thought i could have it like this
So i count my blessing, if heaven a wish
Then i’m wishing for you with every kiss
You bring the fire, i bring the smoke

I’m richard pryor, you whoopi the gold
You hold me down, i lift you up
Forever and ever, i call you my g.o.a.t
Big smoke and i got that whiskey

New quote, we can both get risky
Too bad, so i call her my kiki
Deliver the flow, up and down my mistress
Live fast, ’cause i’m always on the next scene

New phone, but i’m calling my old thing
Bad girl and she even got a nose ring
Lifestyle here, never need no stress
I don’t need no kitchen staff

I’m the chef and i still do the mixing
Big spoon, fork, twist it, cork
When i’m with tings, misfit
B.b.c. affa bend and pinch it

…and i limp like bizkit
Sim get dashed like discus
Don’t let me discuss right now
’cause you might turn to a witness

Let’s talk about figures, twitter fingers
Them man chat a lot, rap a lot
I do shows and track a lot
…road and tings, i ran a lot

Peng gyal want me for brag a lot
Might affa bragga that ting to a ragga song
Might affa rag that ting to a ragga song
Foreplay first, it’s a sprint, not a marathon

Brands wanna…hit me up
When i talk ’bout ps then they tell me exposure
Must tink seh me a cat
Like doja…mic controller

I still flip like motorola
Them man are haters, don’t show no love
How you turn 28, now you wanna roll up?
See me with 28, 28, show, show

Big smoke and i got that whiskey
New quote, we can both get risky
Too bad, so i call her my kiki
Deliver the flow, up and down my mistress

Live fast, ’cause i’m always on the next scene
New phone, but i’m calling my old thing
Bad girl and she even got a nose ring
Lifestyle here, never need no stress

Ay
Why am i doing all the f#cking work around here?
Our label got a hell of a catalogue
And when i tell artists that don’t have a lot of songs

That i get five tracked in a week
They give me death stares and assume i capalot
But i’m not polo g
Don’t move in groups, i go solo, g

Don’t take it well when you call me out
For not being patient, don’t play about
With my time, none of us has much left
Do you really wanna mess around?

I been far too generous up till now
Without charging a bloody pound
And getting half on a split of the square root of sh#t
Isn’t keeping my lights on

Nobody shows up any more, i look at them all
Like bro, where’s your fire gone?
But it’s none of my business, yeah, i’m just the producer
Bad work ethic’s something i’m used to

I don’t have this luxury
Of being the you you claim it sucks to be
I get the mix done, get the stems exported
Kinda feel like i’m being extorted

But i’ll benefit so much more in decades
And your fortune’ll be short-lived…pricks
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Toby $pades Lyrics – Bragging rights

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Bragging rights