Lyrics:
Yeah Yeah Yeah The bag way Big Bag Facts Uhhh It be just another brawd (Another brawd) A fuck nigga and the law (And the law) I be tryna make it
Go crazy These the type of nights make a nigga go crazy Go crazy This the type of ice make ya brawd go crazy Go crazy These the type of nights that
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Spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liquor 'Cause my niggas run through lesbians Niggas, that act like brawds feel the strip and thus be
his gun That tooly his favorite instrument he like to play wit da drum I stay riffin these brawds I like to do it for fun They keep my name in they
kush and runts za Black trucks and muscle cars I can have any brawd Run off and won't make it far Illuminated wit da stars Free Mitchell out dem prison
lesbians niggas, that act like brawds feel the strip and thus be gone hold up, nigga that done spread up you might want to keep in touch with
lesbians niggas, that act like brawds feel the strip and thus be gone hold up, nigga that done spread up you might want to keep in touch with
some cold ass ice cream Well you need to go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x2) These brawds really thinkin, that they gon get em' sum, so they try
Yeah my bitch she'll take yo brawd Holup, Holup, Holup Dats dat same lil nigga we robbed Holup, Holup, Holup Dese lil niggas don't want them problems
Yeah my bitch she'll take yo brawd Holup, Holup, Holup Dats dat same lil nigga we robbed Holup, Holup, Holup Dese lil niggas don't want them problems
in my entourage I ain't mean to steal ya brawd She was really on the boy The top is what we living on We ain't never falling off Cost of wings i'm
come from the grit Knew that talk was from “Tales of the Crypt” Who spit hawk with a dirtier spit? I’m ‘bout to beat that brawd, like she sent me
Send fi liquor by Crait money up Me money nuff me money nuff Dial brawd day yuh nuh see nuh funny stuff Maliantey a role wid the k how e guh Brawling we
Baton Open Throw it 10 yards Winning withdrawals can’t forget What I lost Winning withdrawals We outside with the foreigns and brawds All my niggas got
the sentences Sixteen bars, plenty raw stylistic Fix these brawds, they on bars, they ain't gymnasts All in the drawls for the friction Looking for the log
on Big booty brawd Big big boss Big big blower Chop me like a Mower Pop up like Corona, Pockets on Samoa. Blow up just to show up, Show them shit they
SHE GONE FUCK IN THE CAR THOUGH FUCK THESE BITCHES YOU KNOW THATS MY MOTTO I CANT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT A BRAWD I DONE CANE STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTOM ALLA
the speakers Bangers, heaters Pain is love on the necklace With the squad movin' reckless Scratched the brawd off my checklist Necked me off, now she neckless
Tell brodie bring the draco Incase we got to slide We go spin brawd day Want them gone the same day We dont know who gave the drop We dont know who
dead men will never know I murder every track mistake the label for Death Row Names on my list I'm killin' niggas like Death Note Yeah Every brawd wanna
Hard way (We took da hard way) We was shooting out in brawd day (Fuck what the law say) Lost my dawgs can't get em back (So everyday it's gone rain)
And shawty I don't mind , if you got a man at home Pockets on large Brawds is all for it Brawds is all foreign You can call em' in the morning Like yeah wassup
brawd who be geekin I pull up smell good but on God I be reekin Can't take a day off I work hard on the weekend Stay dropping these beeps with no bops I
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