Aye Brianna, wassup, uh
I think the loser who wife’d you up and didn’t keep you is a bum yuh
I was just chilling and thinking bout you when I made this song uh yuh
Cause you ain’t the type to be fucking like whoever comes uh yuh
Hold on, you wanna white boy, I gotta a truck with a whole lotta, guns
You want Lebron, I can play ball and shoot my shot
Please don’t be thinking that I ain’t the one girl yuh
I got something for you come on Brianna yuh
Brianna what’s up yuh, you ain’t seen love before, I ain’t been giving it up, for you, wassup
I remember you was at this Bitch party, we talking it up, you prolly don’t remember
But I was saucing it up, Tryna make you think that I was the one but it was still fun
I’ll ask you to dance next time that we link, the moves that I got it could make your heart Sink
I’ve bodied and bodied these tracks that I sing, I’m singing bout you, do you know my name
These the boys all the same, they wanna just fuck, to say that I don’t that’d just be a lie
But it’s bout the love, I think that you might fuck with what I got, just lemme cuff
Aye Brianna, wassup, uh
I think the loser who wife’d you up and didn’t keep you is a bum yuh
I was just chilling and thinking bout you when I made this song uh yuh
Cause you ain’t the type to be fucking like whoever comes uh yuh
Hold on, you wanna white boy, I gotta a truck with a whole lotta, guns
You wan't a Lebron, I can play ball and shoot my shot
Please don’t be thinking that I ain’t the one girl yuh
I got something for you come on Brianna yuh
Brianna aye Brianna
Brianna aye Brianna
Brianna aye Brianna
Brianna aye Brianna
Written by: Adrian SanchezLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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