Oldschool
• Written by LuckyBastard
Oooh yeah.
Black Bronson and Lucky Bastard here.
Speaking to everybody around the world.
Is everybody ready? Yea, cool.
Break it down, here we go, come on.
sitting in the club in the VIP
everybody chilling but looking at me
hitting the dancefloor thats the key
drinking champagen yeah drinks on me
(Oldschool baby, oldschool.)
nah im just playing you all fools
middle fingers up i say fuck you
you aint got money you shouldnt be here
go downstairs get your own fucking beer
(Break it down, break it down.)
I can buy my own beer cause im rich
im not buying cause youre a bitch
I bought your homies up you got no one here
This is the end, the end of your career
stop your whining stop your bitiching
before i lock and load my trigger fingers itching
you can run but you cant hide
ill bring you down take you on anytime
i sitting at the table as she walks by
looking so hot and looking so fine
come over here sit on my lap
i think to my self i wana tap that
we could be chilling just a bit
my charms amazing im killin it
dough hoe gold and more
stop sending your ex to my door
he keeps showing up looking for a fight
he does it one more time he'll see the black light
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LuckyBastard
Member since March 8 2015