Bragging Rights - Psycho Les, Kool Keith

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Blue phantom with the chrome hood

Your girl call me black foot

Piss out the window watch your urine bounce off your face

Last night at the Sheraton, Kenya Moore came up with white lace

Private visitor playing your girl like Witchita

Sit in the Bugatti with your girl and I co-park it

You ain’t down for switching her

Denise Rossi type of tongue in her booty but they conservative

Tom Ford spread on my cock

I know you heard of this, introduced your wife to CK Shock

Manage Lady Gaga, after nine months I could turn Rihanna’s baby pop

Queen Harrison give birth, ready to drop

What you know about the pastelle Lamborghini with the matte navy tires ready to

roll up to shop

Your lady want butterscotch

Ice cream on the crotch

Rolex ten million, your girl see the watch

Twelve bottles, they call me Jon Sparks

No kin to Starks

I got rappers selling for me in Central Park

Jon King’s oldest brother

Y’all still sipping day old Sutter

The mink coat melt of my shoulder like butter

I look like the Ohio players when I play synth

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

Bragging rights

I’m a P.I.M.P, a M.A.S.T

E.R. of this rap shit you must be a retard

Steeping to me, a keef

You got crazy beef

Our shit is rugged, you can’t bite this with baby teeth

So pour the liquor slow

For the gigolo

And yo homie, your bitch want to blow me like a piccolo

I ain’t the jealous type like that

And after she swallow I send your wife right back

Newly wed, watch out now, I’m bagging wipes

With wedding rings at the party, flashing nice

I got bragging rights

I be grabbing mikes

I be spitting that fire out of dragon pipes

Who these fag’s claiming to have swag and tights

I’m a rock legend

These niggas rock leggings

And think they cute

No need to dispute

When I hear that wack shit I just press mute

Bragging rights

Bragging rights