Gossip At Brunch Songtext

Oh yeah, how you doing?
I got reservations for Heff?
Okay, okay, I gotta sit back there?
Is that where Wynne at?
Okay, okay, bet
What's good?
Oh you know, same old same old

You acting like you know what's up
But if I say jump, you jump
Blue jewelry on my hand going numb
Put a baller in my bed, he's hung
22, whole team going up
And we're close to the top like Punch
I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much)
I guess I missed the gossip at brunch
(I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done)

Got a clutch in my hand like Dame
Huckleberry color sweats, Mark Twain
Everybody from my town still the same (Out in LO?)
Would've showed ya' how not to be lame (You gotta show 'em)
But I didn't wanna do it in vain (Okay, okay)
Me and homeboy fucking, profane
One day they gonna call me cocaine
Ice dripping, not getting no stains
And my J cold, Jermaine (Like J. Cole)
Shooting my shot, I got aim
Big booty, hard to keep it contained (God damn)
Didn't not mean to post it on main (I can see it)
I don't go on any walks of shame
I know we're all glad that I came
Chug, chugging champagne like a train (Like a what?)
Itay twisting up like a sprain (Okay, go roll the wood up)

And you acting like you know what's up
But if I say jump, you jump
Blue jewelry on my hand going numb (It's going numb lil' baby)
Put a baller in my bed, he's hung (God damn, that ass crazy)
22, whole team going up
And we're close to the top like Punch
I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much)
I guess I missed the gossip at brunch
(I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done)

Pull up like a nun, showing face
I'm not out in line, no trace
T-Pain, you could buy me a drank
They're expensive, I don't wanna break the bank
Okay, we gon' go at my pace (Okay, slow it down)
When we fuck, better finish your plate (Tryna go another round?)
Be careful, take it off of my waist (Take it off of your waist?)
I don't want you ripping this lace (Okay, I'll be a lil' careful, aye)
You can get all up in my face
Never mind, give me my space (Hold on)
No sneaking, I will hit you with the mace
Feel like Roxanne Shanté
I don't really play those games (I don't really play those games neither)
Same team, never made any trades (I ain't never made no trades neither)
All my rap friends calling me babe (What they calling you? Hold on)
But they respectful, so it's okay (Okay, okay)

And you acting like you know what's up (Girl, tell em what's up)
But if I say jump, you jump (Okay, I'll jump)
Blue jewelry on my hand going numb
Put a baller in my bed, he's hung (God damn)
22, whole team going up
And we're close to the top like Punch
I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much)
I guess I missed the gossip at brunch
(I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done)

Got a clutch in my hand like Dame
Huckleberry color sweats, Mark Twain
Ayo Wynne, who that over there?
I don't know who that is
Whatever
Aye bro, pass the croissants!
They ain't got no butter or nothing?

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