Broke Boi J, luvslump - Fragrance! Lyrics

(Woah)
(Lets go)
(Yeah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Lets go, lets go)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, goooo, lets goo) (Lets go, lets go)
(Lets go, lets go)
(Yeah)
Okay, I got a glick and I shoot at yo top
That nigga a fed, that nigga a cop
Im couting the bread I cannot stop
Run to the money lil nigga I chase it
She sucking the dick my semen she tasting
These niggas be bitches, these niggas be faking
Pull up on that boy, he get fried like some bacon
She got a big ass, that booty she shaking
I murder these niggas, I feel like Im Jason
I get to the bag, the paper Im chasing
Hit her from a angle, aint talking adjacent (Ouu)
Yeah, shoot him dead, leave his body on the pavement
That bitch like my smell, the bitch like my fragrance
That nigga want a feature, give me my payment
I keep my money on me, take it to the grave man
Yall niggas homosexual, I am a straight man
Me and Slump get right to the money, we get straight bands
Finally blowing up, yall niggas very late man
I got a sweet tooth the way I get to the cake man
Woah man, slow down
You know who I am and Im the hardest in this town
That nigga keep on laughing, turn that smile upside-down
Oh my gosh, wheres my crown
Push my problems to the ground
I did this for us
I was born for this
You was sworn for that
I was sworn for this
I need my sword for this
We livin like the UK
Oh my gosh are you ok
Imma baker make that cake
Flyin in and out of state
Gangnem gon pull a?
Dont pocket watch know what I make
Like DDG said times by 8 yeah
Ok Im almost done
Put yo hands up drop that gun
Im not a God, Im the Sun
Me and Broke Boi, we are one, yeah
Yeah, me and Slump getting higher and higher
Smoking opp pack, nigga where the lighter
I freestyle everything, I dont need a writer
I be chillin, these niggas the ones starting fire
Yeah, that nigga salty see the drip I acquire
Two twin Tecs, let it sing like a choir
Fuck bout' a bitch, money is the thing I admire
Glickies apply heat, nigga, call that shit a fucking dryer

(Woah)
(Lets go)
(Yeah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Lets go, lets go)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, goooo, lets goo) (Lets go, lets go)
(Lets go, lets go)
(Yeah)
Okay, I got a glick and I shoot at yo top
That nigga a fed, that nigga a cop
Im couting the bread I cannot stop
Run to the money lil nigga I chase it
She sucking the dick my semen she tasting
These niggas be bitches, these niggas be faking
Pull up on that boy, he get fried like some bacon
She got a big ass, that booty she shaking
I murder these niggas, I feel like Im Jason
I get to the bag, the paper Im chasing
Hit her from a angle, aint talking adjacent (Ouu)
Yeah, shoot him dead, leave his body on the pavement
That bitch like my smell, the bitch like my fragrance
That nigga want a feature, give me my payment
I keep my money on me, take it to the grave man
Yall niggas homosexual, I am a straight man
Me and Slump get right to the money, we get straight bands
Finally blowing up, yall niggas very late man
I got a sweet tooth the way I get to the cake man
Woah man, slow down
You know who I am and Im the hardest in this town
That nigga keep on laughing, turn that smile upside-down
Oh my gosh, wheres my crown
Push my problems to the ground
I did this for us
I was born for this
You was sworn for that
I was sworn for this
I need my sword for this
We livin like the UK
Oh my gosh are you ok
Imma baker make that cake
Flyin in and out of state
Gangnem gon pull a?
Dont pocket watch know what I make
Like DDG said times by 8 yeah
Ok Im almost done
Put yo hands up drop that gun
Im not a God, Im the Sun
Me and Broke Boi, we are one, yeah
Yeah, me and Slump getting higher and higher
Smoking opp pack, nigga where the lighter
I freestyle everything, I dont need a writer
I be chillin, these niggas the ones starting fire
Yeah, that nigga salty see the drip I acquire
Two twin Tecs, let it sing like a choir
Fuck bout' a bitch, money is the thing I admire
Glickies apply heat, nigga, call that shit a fucking dryer