Bride by Luvosorio Lyrics
(Chorus: luvosorio)
Boy don’t be a hero
I keep a blade and I’m feeling like Jiro
My money be frozen not talking Sub-Zero
You niggas talk on the net no Shapiro
We take his money not talking casino
Packing a punch choppa sending torpedos
I see a whole lotta red like a Cheeto
141, you know I keep a kilo
(Verse: luvosorio)
I-I-I keep a sword I’m not talking bout Mako
Kel-Tec fold a nigga like a taco
Step on the scene bitches calling me guapo
And that bitch is a lame she be smoking tobacco
This shit is so easy I don’t even try
Pumpfake, see you tonight bitch goodbye
And don’t hit my phone because I got a bride
Not talking bout Zamasu bitch I’m divine
(Bridge: luvosorio)
We send some bullets all up on your top
Brodie run up on me he finna drop
I’m talking bout pesos but I’m finna cop
This shit be too easy I got it on lock
And we get him sturdy not talking bout Pop
Pull up to the front you get hit with the chop
All of that talking lil bro you a flop
She out of the picture that bitch getting cropped
(Chorus: luvosorio)
Boy don’t be a hero
I keep a blade and I’m feeling like Jiro
My money be frozen not talking Sub-Zero
You niggas talk on the net no Shapiro
We take his money not talking casino
Packing a punch choppa sending torpedos
I see a whole lotta red like a Cheeto
141, you know I keep a kilo
Boy don’t be a hero
I keep a blade and I’m feeling like Jiro
My money be frozen not talking Sub-Zero
You niggas talk on the net no Shapiro
We take his money not talking casino
Packing a punch choppa sending torpedos
I see a whole lotta red like a Cheeto
141, you know I keep a kilo
(Verse: luvosorio)
I-I-I keep a sword I’m not talking bout Mako
Kel-Tec fold a nigga like a taco
Step on the scene bitches calling me guapo
And that bitch is a lame she be smoking tobacco
This shit is so easy I don’t even try
Pumpfake, see you tonight bitch goodbye
And don’t hit my phone because I got a bride
Not talking bout Zamasu bitch I’m divine
(Bridge: luvosorio)
We send some bullets all up on your top
Brodie run up on me he finna drop
I’m talking bout pesos but I’m finna cop
This shit be too easy I got it on lock
And we get him sturdy not talking bout Pop
Pull up to the front you get hit with the chop
All of that talking lil bro you a flop
She out of the picture that bitch getting cropped
(Chorus: luvosorio)
Boy don’t be a hero
I keep a blade and I’m feeling like Jiro
My money be frozen not talking Sub-Zero
You niggas talk on the net no Shapiro
We take his money not talking casino
Packing a punch choppa sending torpedos
I see a whole lotta red like a Cheeto
141, you know I keep a kilo