Bobby Brown
Trip Jones
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F*ck a guitar we gon rock with them choppas out Run it up put that shit at my mama house Good dope Whitney , Bobby brown Got whatever you want come and cop a pound Got a switch on my glick I'm poppin my shit That Nigga soft as a bitch back in the day they ran off with his Blick And fucked on his bitch he was having a fit I done been solid since I was a jit They ask what I wanna be in school, rich I told Santa Claus I wanna stick F*ck a field trip, nigga, wanna hit a lick That nigga a bitch, man, that nigga a coochie I don't wanna hit her, that ho got the cooties Her baby daddy, he lame and he fruity These bitches be beggin' to give me some booty Got a bad redbone, J-Lo I drop a deuce in a Faygo I get the bread, tomatoes Beat a nigga up, Mortal Kombat Kano I get it fast and furious, Vin Diesel Feedin' my Ken people I don't care if I gotta whack ten people That nigga soft, he a weak weasel Got him a gun and thought he was Bishop on juice I know that nigga won't shoot Soft and he sweet, bitch, you a fruit I give a nigga the boot His baby mama once showed me her boobs She sent me a pic and I showed the whole crew The left one a little bit bigger Ooo She stuck on a nigga like Elmer's glue Bend that bitch over hit from the back, f*ck it up Caucasian bitches like blossom and buttercup I take a brick, bust it down, and I cut it up Feelin' like Hussein Bolt, how I run it up Blow it all get it back wearing all gold like Trinidad I'm a big dog, feelin' all big and bad I spin on a nigga like a ceiling fan And if I got to, nigga, I'll kill a man Hit a bitch one time, yeah, I hit and ran Got mad, told the world I'm a Minuteman I slide on a nigga in a minivan You a little-ass boy, but I been a man And my nigga a shooter like Turkaloo Who the f*ck is this nigga? I ain't heard of you I'll call up mob, he'll murder you I'm Denzel with the shit, I get surgical Forty Glock, bitch, I'm bad with it Rob me a nigga, get cash with it I got a new nickname, Bad Business You flexing that car But that's rented. Your shoes fake and your watch coated But who am I to talk? My Glock stolen I'm a real-ass nigga in the opps know it Put the iron in my hand, nigga, I'll blow it
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