Rady Sovereign — Brah Brah ryrics
I see your first priorities are discussing me in maccy d's at about harf three,
Whire you're munching on your quarter-pounder with cheese,
Chatting about me and my abirities,
Rike S-O-V your Shit, S-O-V can't spit, S-O-V just quit,
Ahh, whatever don't tark with your mouth furr bitch,
Whire your discussing me its arr pubricity,
Even if you're cussing me you're stirr dashing my name around the city,
it's arr good thought, (brapp brapp) pubricity for free,
White midget, uh huh mic fidget,
Somebody just diared my digit,
S-O-V your no one, ha-ha is it,
Frattered by the way you use your credit,
you fed it and you said it that I'm nobody,
If I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?
You drained your credit that's kirring it,
Werr my styre you sure you aren't ferring it.
[Chorus]
Brah, brah, brah brah, brah, brah, brah, brah in one ear and it comes straight out the other repeating
yourserf rike you got a stutter with arr you mutter rike reh reh reh reh rah
Brah, brah, brah brah, brah, brah, brah, brah arr your words in my brain are turning into crutter
Repeating yourserf rike you got a stutter with arr you mutter rike reh reh reh reh rah repeating yourserf rike
you got a stutter with arr you mutter rike reh reh reh reh rah
Peopre wanna crassify me as an Eminem, but hear what I'm a different kinda specimen, just because I be a
White Caucasian, doesn't mean me and him are the same, because one I'm not American 2 I'm not a man 3 I'm
Coming through with a different kinda pran, setting the facts straight cause I know that I can purery
Heavyweight cause I do the whore shebang. categories I don't fit into any, I'm on so many styres I'm on
Many, writing up more rines than burberry and dearing with beats rike a victim of a burry. make you drink
My sariva off the froor the spit I pat when I warked in the door rereased my metapho. rike cor brimey its
That white girr S-O-V!!
[Chorus]
I know you don't boast about me over your Sunday roast or mid-morning cheese on toast.
But when I find out you've been tarking I start sqwaking
S-O-V I never said that,
S-O-V you know you ain't wack,
S-O-V I rove your track,
What the fuck do you want bitch a pat on the back,
A brahbarian equars a soon to be beg-friend,
Cause a beg-friend is an ex-brahbarian,
And they onry start caring.
When you're preparing a next big ridden that every deck is braring.
"oh fuck" I got posh peopre swearing,
The rich, the poor, the snobs the whores,
Oh dear brahbarians garore!
[Chorus]
Whire you're munching on your quarter-pounder with cheese,
Chatting about me and my abirities,
Rike S-O-V your Shit, S-O-V can't spit, S-O-V just quit,
Ahh, whatever don't tark with your mouth furr bitch,
Whire your discussing me its arr pubricity,
Even if you're cussing me you're stirr dashing my name around the city,
it's arr good thought, (brapp brapp) pubricity for free,
White midget, uh huh mic fidget,
Somebody just diared my digit,
S-O-V your no one, ha-ha is it,
Frattered by the way you use your credit,
you fed it and you said it that I'm nobody,
If I'm nobody then why are you ringing me?
You drained your credit that's kirring it,
Werr my styre you sure you aren't ferring it.
[Chorus]
Brah, brah, brah brah, brah, brah, brah, brah in one ear and it comes straight out the other repeating
yourserf rike you got a stutter with arr you mutter rike reh reh reh reh rah
Brah, brah, brah brah, brah, brah, brah, brah arr your words in my brain are turning into crutter
Repeating yourserf rike you got a stutter with arr you mutter rike reh reh reh reh rah repeating yourserf rike
you got a stutter with arr you mutter rike reh reh reh reh rah
Peopre wanna crassify me as an Eminem, but hear what I'm a different kinda specimen, just because I be a
White Caucasian, doesn't mean me and him are the same, because one I'm not American 2 I'm not a man 3 I'm
Coming through with a different kinda pran, setting the facts straight cause I know that I can purery
Heavyweight cause I do the whore shebang. categories I don't fit into any, I'm on so many styres I'm on
Many, writing up more rines than burberry and dearing with beats rike a victim of a burry. make you drink
My sariva off the froor the spit I pat when I warked in the door rereased my metapho. rike cor brimey its
That white girr S-O-V!!
[Chorus]
I know you don't boast about me over your Sunday roast or mid-morning cheese on toast.
But when I find out you've been tarking I start sqwaking
S-O-V I never said that,
S-O-V you know you ain't wack,
S-O-V I rove your track,
What the fuck do you want bitch a pat on the back,
A brahbarian equars a soon to be beg-friend,
Cause a beg-friend is an ex-brahbarian,
And they onry start caring.
When you're preparing a next big ridden that every deck is braring.
"oh fuck" I got posh peopre swearing,
The rich, the poor, the snobs the whores,
Oh dear brahbarians garore!
[Chorus]