Brazil ft. Cymatix Ritmos Lyrics

My lil' bitch from Cali, her ass is from Brazil

Trust me, I'm the truth, so I don't care if it's real

I just smoked a fatty, she just popped a pill

Bitch, it's on it, poppin', bout to make it pop for real

My lil' bitch from Cali, her ass is from Brazil

Trust me, I'm the truth, so I don't care if it's real

I just smoked a fatty, she just popped a pill

Bitch, it's on it, poppin', bout to make it pop for real

Heard it through the grapevine Lil' bitch, nigga, wasn't tryna pay homage

in the 8 5

I was really movin' pound cross state line, wait, I'm

Tryna take time like grape wine I gotta great mind, heart, and soul

That a nigga can't take from me

Basically, they try to keep me round

Just to hate on me

Had a convo, that I need a lil' more work pronto

Don't never try to pass no fronto

Mouse locked in, Wavy stepped up All you other motherfuckers need to catch up

Everything I drop sounds like a best of

Funny thing is, I ain't even next up

If they let me on they'll know that they done F'd up

Pulled the Lex up,

Some days I wish I could still hit Lex up

Best luck,

It was real but not the best love

Still ten toes with my chest up,

Guess what

What Yo?

Bounce, bounce, bounce with me

Two bad hoes and an ounce with me

Got them bouncin' ass on the balcony

Turn this shit to gold like alchemy

Man, I give this shit my soul every ounce of me

Just for people that are there to be doubtin' me

My lil' bitch from Cali, her ass is from Brazil

Trust me, I'm the truth, so I don't care if it's real

I just smoked a fatty, she just popped a pill

Bitch, it's on and poppin', bout to make it pop for real

My lil' bitch from Cali, her ass is from Brazil

Trust me, I'm the truth, so I don't care if it's real

I just smoked a fatty, she just popped a pill

Bitch, it's on and poppin', bout to make it pop for real

Found God, now the doubt gone

Got a nice lil' beat, I can bounce on

Gotta listen to your album with the sound off

I just hit a flip, gotta pound off

Gotta stay the fuck from around y'all

Y'all ain't really down dawg

Stacks still underground sound like a groundhog,

On a roll like a ground ball

Buss it, buss it, baby, buss it, buss it baby

Let the tray pound off,

Oh my, what a beautiful feeling

What's life like, wife and the children

Still Tin in his feelings

Give my heart and soul to this art I flow

Still they don't feel it

Lotta hate in the room, I can feel it

Lotta love in the room, I'm a realist

And I realize, they don't know what real is

Try to talk to my homies that the world gave up on

Put my feelings in a raw and I puff strong

Then I write about life till my buzz gone

Okay, let's hear it, bro

Lost my dog bout a year ago

Used to hit his boost and he chirp back

Yo, bro, where the work at

Don't trap no more, tryna find where the work at

Now I wonder if the earth flat,

Cause I really ain't around now

Outta town now,

With a pretty little round brown

In a townhouse, running from my pain, as the hourglass countdown

And my cry's getting drowned out, by surround sound

Keep it down now