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brezden - madison square lyrics

[intro]
okay! (hahahaha)
haha, we back with another one
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listen

[verse]
b_tch, i be fresh half to death, had cpr
as a baby, put a waffle in a dvr
i just hit a bad b_tch, look like a tv star
i come off the hair smooth like i’m tk barb’
gut my guard, then i throw that b_tch in the garbage
like i’m off the world honey, boy, my sh_t is the hardest
want some gas? i’ma tax, i ain’t givin’ a bargain
i can’t wait to sell a show and talk my sh_t in the garden
d_mn! talkin’ ’bout madison square
i heard they be talkin’ ’bout me, but i haven’t a care
yo’ b_tch like to talk a lot when i be grabbin’ her hair
heard he say he couldn’t stand me, someone grab him a chair
d_mn, he ain’t on my level, someone get him a stool
talk my sh_t like i’m skippin’, i was skippin’ in school
b_tch, i still wouldn’t miss if i was missin’ my boots
my ph off on funky like i’m missin’ my fruits
givin’ ’em juice, feelin’ like i might be jordan
givin’ ’em nukes, so many hits i might be yordan
tell you the truth, i heard his sh_t, he might be snortin’
skretch a b_tch off my bucket list, i might be morgan
d_mn! mean a old guy with gray hair
i’m tom brady, baby, why the f_ck would i play fair?
packin’ rappers up like a ride at the state fair
i told the b_tch i got a disease, so i can’t [count?]
d_mn! ballin’ hard with my twin like ausar and amen
put a ‘gar in the wind, i’ma keep smokin’
with the wolves like i’m flint, hurt her back like she bend
i come off the head smooth like i’m keith bogus
he’s bogus, b_tch, he’s bogus
that white boy get to the bucks like he’s [?]
it’s like i’m tryna paint the p_ssy, i keep strokin’
he westbrook, he tryna shoot and the sh_t’s broken
aha, more bricks than pablo
yo’ b_tch at my crib, i’ma split her, tiago
that white boy hittin’, b_tch, i’m somethin’ like drago
before i die, gotta make the mountain, i’m top four
haha, b_tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout rushmore
yo’ b_tch hit my phone, say she think we should f_ck more
you could learn a lot, open ears and hush more
was watchin’ chris johnson way back when he rushed four
like two thousand yards, and shawty got me bricked up like two pounds of harv’
i get high as f_ck, i’m rollin’ two ounce of ‘gars
and if you hearin’ this song, then you found a star
ahaha, the big dipper, baby, the lit ripper
handshake p_ssy, she give me that d_ck gripper
two b_tches from the a and they switchin’, i’m big chipper
quicker picker up, she be squirtin’, yo’ b_tch swifter
spliff of cherry, that’s that dosey_dose
this sh_t be comin’ off the head, i ain’t wrote these notes
overdose, ’cause shooter take it coast_to_coast
i’m close to dope, could really make ’em overdose
“bro’s the g.o.a.t,” they type it in my comment section
poor and broke, was eatin’ on that ramen and stressin’
blowin’ smoke, he mad he seen his mom been testin’
brezden, class dismissed, let me end my session
[outro]
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