Lyrics:
Studded gloves?
Or brass knuckles?
What are gonna use the make the Cunt crippled?
For this piece of shit I won't act Fucking civil
Beat 'em with
(Brass knuckles on my hands)
(Typa kid too fuckin' rant)
(Fuckin' that hoe, gave lil' biddy a chance)
(Guess it don't matter we fuckin' again)
Brass
brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my
We smoking LOUD
I be so high (Lit)
B**** I'm always smoking every day (Daily)
I be so high (Lit)
Inhaling brass knuckles or the hay (Gas)
I be so
I'm punchin in with the brass knuckles
8x
Ya voice muffled as ya legs buckle
Punchin in
Tear the club up
3x
Im Punchin in with the knucks
Yeah
Get
Going out nigga
Big guns and sharp knives
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time (I'm going out)
Like fights with the brass knuckles
You wear Louis Vuitton, H.G. and Y.S.L.,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got D.C.M.A.,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got
brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my
D.C.M.A.
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a kershaw neatly,
Tucked
main bitch is gon' fuck on my mans
I'm the best female skateboarder in town
(Brass knuckles do my dirty work)
And I'll fight anyone who begs to differ
nah, we don't cry
Legend doing legendary things we don't die yo
Figured I'd flex on em
Hell on earth drop a gem on em
Brass knuckles on a knuckle put
She won't let a nigga fuck because she's on the rag
I threw the deuces at the ho and now she's on a cab
Brass knuckle Benton a bully that fucking
on a cab
Brass knuckle beating a bully that fucking murders raps
Niggas shining they oldschools with turtle wax
I put this red dot right where your turban
switchblade, ain’t got nothing to fear
Ski mask on, brass knuckles in pocket
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Get, get, get
Fight, fight, fight for my
beating
At the touch of your lips
Brass knuckles, and loneliness
Great start, you scared
Off the kids
Credits cards, and no respect
My heart, slowly beating
get ready to get loose
take your brass knuckles
prepare for the battle
come back with a knock-out
take your brass knuckles
prepare for the battle
with invisible friends we'll take all of you fucking rappers on at once and win ha
Cuz the bad guy in black is back with brass knuckles and bats jack
they biggie or small
Straight face and a cold heart
Brass knuckles in my jeans for all of y'all
Cold heart for da cold streets
Cold heart for a cold
ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollywood cause everything is Halloween
Hit the town brass knuckles, make all the good
ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollywood cause everything is Halloween
Hit the town brass knuckles, make all the good
cheap ticket, looking for a brand new scene
Gotta get the hell outta Hollwyood cause everything is halloween
Hit the town brass knuckles, make all
the tail of a lion
Four finger ring, leave a ring 'round your eye
Bussdown brass knuckles, she wink and I fuck her
You blinkin', I blocka, that Nina I'm
better off alone
All I got now are brass knuckles
Snake of a man, I shook with my left hand
Ignored all the warnings, built my house in the sand
I'd do it
Brass knuckles, gotta get in my bag duffel
Said they ain't on the cash, fuck em'
Ain't nothing to hash man there ain't no discussion
Pressure right
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