Bravado ft. Phil Dog Lyrics

What's going on fool

What's up

Where you think you're going

I'm going over here dawg

Don't go in there dawg

I'm going over here

I'm going over here

It's Young Macho

Knock the beef off your top nacho

Cheer bravo

Think you can compete? Try lotto

That's bravado

Shots with a worm in a bottle

If she swallow

she ain't texting back til tomorrow

You can't blame me

Gotta blame yourself

Joke's on you

Better flame yourself

Ain't really worried

About the tales you tell

All the moves you make

You ain't make yourself

Been a long day

On the road all day

Gone the wrong way

Shots of Bombay

Now, chasing a bag like you chasing a dream

On the casket lids close a case on me

I'm sending shots off when it flash say cheese

Come and test your luck

Show you the meaning of not giving a fuck

Standing with your hand out, you won't get a buck

And the other bullshit won't get you much

Better tame yourself

It ain't a street name if you name yourself

No one here to pray, better pray yourself

So don't look lost, better save yourself

It's Young Macho

Knock the beef off your top nacho

Cheer bravo

Think you can compete? Try lotto

Shots with a worm in a bottle

If she swallow

She ain't texting back til tomorrow

Can't blame me

Gotta blame yourself

Jokes on you

Better flame yourself

Ain't really worried

About the tales you tell

All the moves you make

You ain't make yourself

It's been a long night

Was on the road all day

Had a long drive

Now, just touch down like a P.A.T

Won't sell you a gram, but I'll sell you a dream

Up, up and away, coming back from the bay

But I feel at home when I'm in these streets

Come and see about us

Show you that we paid and we only going up

Only be in the way if you ain't about bucks

And the other bullshit will get your forehead busted

Better be top shelf

Dom Perignon, let me see for myself

Rosemary, look I need some help

Cause the tequila shots ain't gonna serve themselves

It's Young Macho

Knock the beef off your top nacho

Think you can compete, try a lotto

That's bravado

Shots with a worm in a bottle

If she swallow

She ain't texting back til tomorrow

Can't blame me

Gotta blame yourself

Joke's on you

Better flame yourself

Ain't really worried

About the tales you tell

All the moves you make

You ain't make yourself

I told you don't go in there

Fuck you too

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Andale wey

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