Linda Records Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Love you baby

Linda Records watch ya baby climb to the top

Linda Records I love you think about you non stop

Linda Records ya baby boy got the ball na

Linda Records

Gotta make show the queen name live on

In my baby eyes swear I can't do no wrong

I'm out in NY counting pape I'm never home

She tellin me she miss me playin wit it on the phone

I'm something different

I don't trust a soul what the fuck is your intentions

I'm out here gettin bank lil boy I'm on a mission

I'm gettin sidetrack all this ass in my vision

Make pape or get up out the way

Detroit got the ball that ring on the way

1942 I take it to the face

Bad pretty bitch I put it in her face

Yeah

Ain't no way around it

Like my woman like I like my outfit stylish

Hatin on me but I got ya whole head bobbin

Brave Soul on outside they stylin Man

Fuck who got next I'm bout to turn the whole summer up

I design my own flows and clothes girl 1of1

Hot Lord just walked in the room oh they nervous huh

Take me to the stage I'm bout to turn the whole party up

Yeah

I ain't really worried got this shit on my back

I ain't forget about baby know I'm bout to get the tat

Make a M off Brave Soul gotta get the tat

Left the city know I'm coming back with the plaques

Make way

You know I'm mia

You want me in ya spot it gotta come with bank

Font end back end I ain't come to play I just came to run a race

Yeah

If you smoke the shit I smoke swear you go to sleep

Never see me clickin up this shit in arm reach

Bet the bag on my self profit all me

Bravesoulbrand.com come shop with me

That's Bottom line

Girl I'm a boss I'ma ask you one time

Trying put all the guys on like bron bron

You know the motto no men left behind

I been grinding all my muthafuckin life ain't take no handouts

Like Obj I just ran routes

When you stand on business and get pape you standout

Hate block blessings lil boy that's why you assed out

Oh lame ass niggas

Nice knowing you boys

We outta here