Braddy Attention Lyrics
Attention by Braddy
Attention! Attention!
That's why them niggas be flexing.
Attention!
Real G'z representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We ain't gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain't gotta say your name.
Attention! Attention!
That's why them bitches be checking.
Attention!
Real ladies representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We ain't gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain't gotta say your name.
Verse (3)
I salute the real, middle finger to them fakes.
In a world that full of rats, I'll take my chances with the snakes.
Dressed in all black and in the back is where I stay.
I be in the cut and attention is what I pay.
Boy niggas out here wilding. And these attention hoes kill me.
And most of the shit the doing is lame and I hope that they hear me.
I don't care if you don't like it. it's too many folks who feel me.
And I hope you getting offended, but don't make me hurt your feelings.
I'm speaking in general to cadet I'm the lieutenant.
How the fuck can you be a boss when you can't mind your business?
But looking for some problems over here and you going get it.
All because you wanting some, all because you wanting some...
Attention! Attention!
That's why them niggas be flexing.
Attention!
Real G'z representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We aint gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain gotta say your name.
Attention! Attention!
That's why them bitches be checking.
Attention!
Real ladies representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We ain't gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain't gotta say your name.
That's why them niggas be flexing.
Attention!
Real G'z representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We ain't gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain't gotta say your name.
Attention! Attention!
That's why them bitches be checking.
Attention!
Real ladies representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We ain't gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain't gotta say your name.
Verse (3)
I salute the real, middle finger to them fakes.
In a world that full of rats, I'll take my chances with the snakes.
Dressed in all black and in the back is where I stay.
I be in the cut and attention is what I pay.
Boy niggas out here wilding. And these attention hoes kill me.
And most of the shit the doing is lame and I hope that they hear me.
I don't care if you don't like it. it's too many folks who feel me.
And I hope you getting offended, but don't make me hurt your feelings.
I'm speaking in general to cadet I'm the lieutenant.
How the fuck can you be a boss when you can't mind your business?
But looking for some problems over here and you going get it.
All because you wanting some, all because you wanting some...
Attention! Attention!
That's why them niggas be flexing.
Attention!
Real G'z representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We aint gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain gotta say your name.
Attention! Attention!
That's why them bitches be checking.
Attention!
Real ladies representing, that ain't no question.
Attention! Attention!
We ain't gotta say a thang.
You a lame and you know it, we ain't gotta say your name.