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BREAKIN' IN BRAIDS lyrics
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Intro
Yeah… we done seen enough Fists fly, bricks tossed, bro rage — what else? Scroll again… oh naw, it’s her turn now
Verse 1
Left hook legends, street brawls, dudes wildin’ Now it’s lace fronts flyin’, boom — timeline stylin’ Was tryna check stats, get the NBA trade Now it’s prom night beef, nails breakin’ in braids
Chorus
Why it’s hands every time I scroll? (SCROLL!) iPhone shakin’ from a hallway throw (THROW!) I was tryna catch trends, now it’s “hold my hoops” Every third post, it's a scrunchie coup News flash crash, then a Birkin tug Slap got echo, like a 808 thud Girl fights got the whole feed gripped — What did that tweet say? “She was being racist”?
Verse 2
Cheerleader beef turn food court war DMs blowin’ up with a hair extension score She said “where yo mama at?” then came the leap Now my parlay gone, and my screen got heat MMA girls with the press-on smoke TikTok cut mid dance for a weave yoke – "all for not dancin’" Tryna learn facts, end up in a school lot Phone’s a battleground, can't even detox
Bridge
I wanted highlights, got high-heel hacks I wanted recaps, got wigs pulled back Haters in heels, post-fight in the foyer Snapchat worldstar, who needs a lawyer? Scroll down once, get ten chair shots Scroll down twice, now it's lunchroom ops – "don't cry now, she asked for it"
Chorus
Why it’s hands every time I scroll? (SCROLL!) iPhone shakin’ from a hallway throw (THROW!) I was tryna catch trends, now it’s “hold my hoops” Every third post, it's a scrunchie coup News flash crash, then a Birkin tug Slap got echo, like a 808 thud Girl fights got the whole feed gripped — What did that tweet say? “She was being racist”?
Outro
Fade the lockers, bass slow‑roll in the halls, Hook’s echo driftin’, hangin’ on the walls. Phones down, 808 hum lingers low, Trap‑tinged calm where the chaos used to flow. One last slide—dim the lights on the fight, Out the hallway—silent, into the night.
Inside the recording
Yeah… we done seen enough Fists fly, bricks tossed, bro rage — what else?
Why it’s hands every time I scroll? (SCROLL!) iPhone shakin’ from a hallway throw (THROW!)
Fade the lockers, bass slow‑roll in the halls, Hook’s echo driftin’, hangin’ on the walls.
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