Lyrics:
the bang of my pistol, bitch!
Playa, that's the one you niggas fucking with
Don't try to test me, I suggest you keep truckin' bitch
Don't leave the house
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
irritating bunch of noise
If you dont give a damn go on throw it out
If you dont give a damn go on throw it out
The window, up against the wall
Laugh when
we were, history i stand by the word
And i don't give a, i don't give a, i don't give a damn bout the jury
More knowledge i gain better' back out
shades, tell them pardon my spine
It was all by design, you can call it divine
When you dropped at the bottom and find it harder to climb
All this knowledge
bottoms on all your shoes,
And that's if you gon' stand by me, we'll break a bag in two yuh yuh yuh
Go throw it back, baby (yuh)
Spend a bag, go crazy (yuh)
to maintain
Tell that Ho cash me outside
Snatch you out the back seat of the passenger side
I got that la la bitches after my vibe
Try to Snatch me out my
on like a booger flick
Im too high for this, blow els like cigarettes
She want a brady bunch Im no Belichick
Just a light drinker pipe slinger- she
there's enough for us all
It's more than a song
You know what I mean
Can you see the forest
For all of the trees
My name is Brady
But that is not me
I am
Rolly felling I'm mating in a brand new mercedes flamin caping upgradin yeah we cooking checking lil Brady yeah partner calling a fake and I'm feeling
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
a bunch of polo draws
Ima tiger got blood on my paws
Ain’t nobody perfect yuh we all got flaws
Nobody was there when my back was against wall
Ima tiger got
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
stand us
Told that bitch lower her standards, pose for the camera
Y'all be talkin', don't be doing shit, we clapped ya mans up
You could tell by how she
toys
We running this gang
Getting sick of your noise
You stranded with a bad bunch of misfit toys
Rich get richer while the poor pickpocket
Swipes
These niggas ain't down
These niggas ain't down
I swear I been around
Yeah I swear I been around
To see them fake smiles
You niggas bunch of (Yeah)
I
and brighten up their day? Did you make a stranger smile, just by telling them to have a good day? Did you always love your family, did you show them every day?
probably just tell you
Just to come through
But get back in my feelings
To lose em again
Is what I won't do
Girl you got me going crazy
so crazy
You
Melo, don't think you can trade me
You can't buy class, I bought a new Mercedes
Came back on them birds, I'm the new Tom Brady
Wow, all I see is wild
on the check
I got that Mickey baby!
Little mama, I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady!
Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson
Know how to push a pack, you should
like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my
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