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Bradster X & Coop - Clones (Prod. Drewlar)
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::::Lyrics Below:::: Verses written by: Bradster X twitter.com/BradsterX316 www.youtube.com/channel/UCNK606CGdhVXovE0cp3HdsQ www.audiomack.com/artist/bradsterx316 soundcloud.com/brad-marshall-979044641/tracks hearthis.at/bradsterx316-6j/ www.instag
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Rapper from Pittsburgh, PA - one half of Bradster X and Coop
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Peak #377
Peak in subgenre #34
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Bradster X & Coop (Prod. Drewlar)
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2017
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October 18, 2017
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MP3 2.3 MB 160 kbps 2:00
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::::Lyrics Below:::: Verses written by: Bradster X twitter.com/BradsterX316 www.youtube.com/channel/UCNK606CGdhVXovE0cp3HdsQ www.audiomack.com/artist/bradsterx316 soundcloud.com/brad-marshall-979044641/tracks hearthis.at/bradsterx316-6j/ www.instagram.com/bradsterx/ www.soundclick.com/bands/default.c…?bandID=1414556 Hook written by: Coop @william-cooper-969921130 Produced by: Drewlar @user-846690521 ================================================ Never back out Leader of the pack Or the background, true Til my line lays flat down From the party to the pat down If the beat smacks, you know who Layin' the smackdown You fags gets cast out, turn blue When you rap lungs tapped out Got the game mapped out with the same trash sound Every track bout a trap house Makin' me laugh now Unorginal flows With the same ca-den-ces everyone knows, no Subliminal blows If I'm dissin'then listen you bitches would know Claim criminal goals But your snitchin' your misses, afraid of the hole Habitual troll Rappin' like half of the bitches you know So bring me the dough (Coop) Don't Don't do it Don't do that thing that you do When you spit It's annoying when I listen to your shit You blow Yes you do You must know that it is true when you flow On the rad-io It sounds like clones of you (Bradster X) Never sell out From the jail house To the bail out, true Til the last round bell sound Relapse, not yet starta countdown Life goes south bound Then I have meltdowns These dudes sound sad now Clowns with tattoos and frowns now Bitchin' and whinin' and tryin' to rhyme Soundin' like this on the mic all the time And I'm tired of the repeat And all the dumb ad-libs You should all be embarassed, no merits No care in the world But it's fair with the cash and girls and imagined worlds I'm not expectin' impassioned words By dudes, dressin' like fags in skirts Claimin' fashion first (coop) Don't Don't do it Don't do that thing that you do When you spit It's annoying when I listen to your shit You blow Yes you do You must know that it is true when you flow On the rad-io It sounds like clones of you
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::::Lyrics Below:::: Verses written by: Bradster X twitter.com/BradsterX316 www.youtube.com/channel/UCNK606CGdhVXovE0cp3HdsQ www.audiomack.com/artist/bradsterx316 soundcloud.com/brad-marshall-979044641/tracks hearthis.at/bradsterx316-6j/ www.instagram.com/bradsterx/ www.soundclick.com/bands/default.c…?bandID=1414556 Hook written by: Coop @william-cooper-969921130 Produced by: Drewlar @user-846690521 ================================================ Never back out Leader of the pack Or the background, true Til my line lays flat down From the party to the pat down If the beat smacks, you know who Layin' the smackdown You fags gets cast out, turn blue When you rap lungs tapped out Got the game mapped out with the same trash sound Every track bout a trap house Makin' me laugh now Unorginal flows With the same ca-den-ces everyone knows, no Subliminal blows If I'm dissin'then listen you bitches would know Claim criminal goals But your snitchin' your misses, afraid of the hole Habitual troll Rappin' like half of the bitches you know So bring me the dough (Coop) Don't Don't do it Don't do that thing that you do When you spit It's annoying when I listen to your shit You blow Yes you do You must know that it is true when you flow On the rad-io It sounds like clones of you (Bradster X) Never sell out From the jail house To the bail out, true Til the last round bell sound Relapse, not yet starta countdown Life goes south bound Then I have meltdowns These dudes sound sad now Clowns with tattoos and frowns now Bitchin' and whinin' and tryin' to rhyme Soundin' like this on the mic all the time And I'm tired of the repeat And all the dumb ad-libs You should all be embarassed, no merits No care in the world But it's fair with the cash and girls and imagined worlds I'm not expectin' impassioned words By dudes, dressin' like fags in skirts Claimin' fashion first (coop) Don't Don't do it Don't do that thing that you do When you spit It's annoying when I listen to your shit You blow Yes you do You must know that it is true when you flow On the rad-io It sounds like clones of you
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