paroles de chanson Brawl - Slowed & Reverb - YungBoi EJC feat. AcePlaya

Sometimes better days are to come
Life's too short, where are you from
I'll support you anyway
Leave the game's behind don't get played

Head in the studio, solving shit on my own
Got the pressure in my pockets, my Prada pulling along
Money on the daily, my Brodie started a brawl
Ice up on my wrist from us singing writing these songs
Money on the way, I insinuate
Full flex on the gram, murder my bands, ain't no time to stay
Did it on my own, turn this to a rave
Go one-eighty-five, turn this to a race

Head in the studio, solving shit on my own
Got the pressure in my pockets, my Prada pulling along
Money on the daily, my Brodie started a brawl
Ice up on my wrist from us singing writing these songs

Any given day, money make her day
When I'm up in the stude, you know I got no time to play
She want my money, but I got none and nothing to say
She hitting up my phone, but imma throw her ass away

Realize your dark side
I try hard, still off mine
I look hard, still don't find
Problem solve and I'll be fine

Realizing that I am not on my own
I got the boys they got my back, so I don't have to fuck with hoes
I got my shorty she a rider, I'm keeping her wrist froze
And I know that she a keeper, she riding me 10 toes

Any given day, money make her day
When I'm up in the stude, you know I got no time to play
She want my money, but I got none and nothing to say
She hitting up my phone, but imma throw her ass away

Head in the studio, solving shit on my own
Got the pressure in my pockets, my Prada pulling along
Money on the daily, my Brodie started a brawl
Ice up on my wrist from us singing writing these songs