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brahman - woofer (remastered) كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: brahman]
run it, gun it, break it, sell it, stun it, boy we got this sh_t reed up
roll it, bowl it, fake it, fell it, sold it, we ain’t never toke weed up
boy he stacking this green stuff, b_tches sipping on lean cups
find a fake and straight take his breaks and plate leave his vehicle keyed up
b_tch talk sh_t like she got a f_cking potty mouth
end it wit’ a pucker like i’m eating gramma’s sauerkraut
getting rev up at the door and leave em’ smoking on the couch
bumping sh_t loud so we bringing down the whole house
don’t try to test me, running don’t catch me, try have a talk with this gat in my bag
mess with my family, k!lling a man or three, don’t give a sh_t bout the color of flags
talk with my mouth but they talk with they mags, blowing sh_t up like your boy was a frag
these b_tches be fighting this sh_t he’s so futile
she’s slurping a boy like ramen noodles

[chorus]
bumping that woofer out the back of the subaru
silver full sitting with a 5th and a k!ller view
chilling out back with the brew and the whole crew
bumping that sh_t out the back of the subaru
[verse 2: brahman]
turn the keys to this, know it’s kinda lit, hold me down
she a m_s_ch_st, beat the trunk with that thumping sound
whack a fool like there’s tickets round, claim our prize i’ll have winnings now
pizza face to make chuckee frown, pop the ground and say
run mother f_cker this a marathon now
shots around, get down
there’s people like you and there’s people like me
there’s people like us, no people like we
i’m flossing with dollars to get the gold out my t__th
they may call me baller but don’t have cleats on my feet
i’m a tame impala but i’ve been coming off rabid
talk a little truth and they call you a savage

[verse 3: ty rel]
uh, uh, uh woo
stacks on stacks bring that whip my way
what can i get fr 6.6k?
whip the sh_t all night and day
she clean the seats, if i get laid (okay?)
she as bad as ethan’s truck
if she gets lucky i might f_ck
quit whining b_tch hop off my bumper
i ain’t keep 612 numbers
make her open the garage for me
make these hoes manage with me
i’m keeping my crew on that top shelf
b_tch here’s a razor take care of yourself
whipping it k!lling it boy we flying
you f_cking a nasty ho, dumpster diving

- brahman

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