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BIG BRATT - HOPE (OFFICIAL VIDEO) Prod. By Flex On The Beat
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sireunya Eberhardt
Sireunya Eberhardt
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
I might give a **** hope, I can't give away my heart
How you ain't got it, but you trappin'
**** broke and pullin' stunts
20k ain't shit to me, just blew that shit like it wasn't nothin'
Big boss, can't do nothin' with no **** gettin' fronted
Bitches swear you want they life every time you take they ****
Dick soft, ain't good for doin' shit, but eatin' clit
Once that **** spend a check, sent him right back to his bitch
His whole hood havin' motion, so I spent that block again
I ain't lockin' in with shit, keep a spare key in the cut
I was trippin' 'bout that ****, 'til his homie helped me up
I ain't havin' **** problems, 'cause I am a **** problem
Keep a **** on a leash for just in case I gotta walk him
Poppin' Plan B's like they perks, I cannot be his baby mama
Hoe yo' **** is on go, turn into a freak when he off wocky
A hunnid racks in blues, I seen that shit, it made me cocky
He was scared to shoot his shot, so he asked me when I'm droppin'
Don't start dissin' on the net
She seen her **** heart my story
You think yo' last hoe did you bad, shit I'm worse than Lori Harvey
Once I finish with this ****, he gon' wish he never started
Once I take her **** down, me and gang gon' throw a party
Nah, when I take her **** down, shit I might take him to the East
Before you lock in with the biggest, you gotta lock in with the C's
I been tryna keep my cool, bitches speakin' outta term
Caught that hoe and roughed her up, when you pussy hoes gon' learn?
Aye, yo' bitch ain't on my level
I pop out and clear the air
My **** gon' stand on smoke, it's like I'm fuckin' on the Devil
Braggin' I let you hit, I cut him off, **** ain't special
Took another bitch ****, popped outside, turnt up the pressure
I know that I'm the G.O.A.T., I got these bitches teamin' up
Rollin' up some exotic
Hop out presidential truck
Treated you like a gump, you fell in love and still ain't fuck
He said he want Glocks and switches, need them bitches by the buck
Ayy, ayy
He said he want Glocks and switches, I need them bitches by the buck
On my mama, aye
Written by: Aaron Butler, Brian Wolf, Sireunya Eberhardt
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