Lyrics:
seven pack, they come in bunch
I been with the 'quad on a high note, gettin' C-notes
Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote
Presi'
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
I'm the rookie with the hits feel like Aaron Judge
This one 'bout to go, I got a hunch
It's Waffle, the squares, okay that's the Brady Bunch
And I would
these niggas ain't doing much
Watch my enemies closer than the brady bunch
Play tough my brady bunch will have you laying up in grady's for months
Next
that back uh
Run it up again I just want the racks uh
Run it up again I just want the stacks uh
They call me lil black bruh hit you with that gat huh?
from Haiti
And Ima Haiti baby
Blow white like a white man
Bunch like the Brady's
Crack lady ask me who sellin' it
I got a hush mouth ain't tellin it
the bready bunch
704 we 7 time Champs like tom Brady
We really the Brady bunch
Some niggas need to go thank me
Cause we curved they girl who offering Lady
Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
Brady bunch
I’m in the wrong batter
They say blood thicker than water
That's why family matter
Even tho he ain't around
Don’t try me like a bastard
All
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Goons on deck, I ain't worried bout nothin
And, every nigga wit me
Benz coupe or porsche truckin'
Fly ass nigga baby, you don't hear the
Most Hated Young
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
shooting from the home front
Mama raised a Brady Bunch
Whole lotta peanut butter crunch
Weather cast cold front
She raised a soldier not a drunk
But my
everything gets neatly wrapped by the end of the show
Yeah, but this ain't Hollywood
And this sure ain't the Brady Bunch
And how this plot's gonna all pan
a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want
circle like a fam
Just call us the the Brady bunch
And I think I gotta lil, lil, lil, lil, hunch on how we made it here
And trust we ain't get up here from
at peace now
Yeah, you be watching for a nigga, I'm like Casper, never find me
Popping through the wall, I'm coming quick, you running by me
Niggas never
bitches
With they drawers in a bunch from my punch lines
At the table wit 20, the menu is money, I told all my niggas It's lunch time
Niggas get grown
they built different but they bleed too
If you was Bitch back then, then you still one
You was a dog back then, then you still one
You was a snitch back
wilding (On the hush)
I been that nigga since Tracey McGrady dunks
Fuck around, get put in a box, like the Brady bunch
I'm on sum shit, I might pick your
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
we get to see
A movie in peace
When you move in the streets
Of Miami
Make sure you moving with ease
Black Brady Bunch
Seven siblings
As long as we were
nobody wanna pay me
Bitch I want my quarter back like I'm Tom Brady
Once I write my name all the other ones fading
I'll I do is work while these
Playin w my thoughts
I gotta bunch jus like the brady's
And anybody tryna get me
It upset me
That you trying
I ain't lying
Acid trap
They got my back
They
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