Giggs — Branch Out
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Yeah
Ahh
Niggas got no heart so they gone and scared
Told the art of war we the connoisseurs
Told them level up so we gone upstairs
Lick a couple down now they gone in pairs
Sort a truth or dare but they wanted dares
Bitches gonna cry so they wanted tears
Big round table talk now they wanted chairs
Got the business plan now they wanted shares
Yeah, they been spoiled rotten
I been seeking answers, now everybody’s got ’em
Yeah, smart yutes, now everybody boffin’
Dancers, now everybody poppin’
Cough cough, now everybody coughin’
Big boss, now everybody bossin’
When you let it go, they’re like, «Why don’t somebody stop him?»
Ha-ha-ha
Passed out, wanna branch out but ya arsed out
Got that big cash that you can’t count
Got that big mash, then I marched out
Got that big bad bitch I asked out
I got that big madness you talk ’bout
You better stand straight, bitch you can’t crouch
I’m 28 grams, bitch you half ounce
Chicken traphouse in the chicken spree
Chicken’s well cooked in the frickizee
Pussy look good so she took a beat
Gas it up bitch, so she took the heat
Nigga push white and they pushing beat
Holla cooks white, holla cooka key
Now she look good, nigga who is she?
Nigga grindin’, call it Pusha T
Man are buzzin’
Grab a dozen, dropped off to my cousin
That was then, grab my brothers
Couple hundred dem and I’m covered
Pass out
Bend ya back and you can’t slouch
Pussy so tight, she’s like, «Ah, ouch»
Run DMC and it’s our house
Passed out, wanna branch out but ya arsed out
Got that big cash that you can’t count
Got that big mash, then I marched out
Got that big bad bitch I asked out
I got that big madness you talk ’bout
You better stand straight, bitch you can’t crouch
I’m 28 grams, bitch you half ounce
Passed out, wanna branch out but ya arsed out
Got that big cash that you can’t count
Got that big mash, then I marched out
Got that big bad bitch I asked out
I got that big madness you talk ’bout
You better stand straight, bitch you can’t crouch
I’m 28 grams, bitch you half ounce
