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louis bratt – braindead كلمات اغاني

braindead lyrics
[chorus]
h_how many opss are dead (how)
he just passed out i done got dreads (got dreads)
gyals clottin up my ting
high iqs they call me braindead (braindead)
workin hard fam got this bread
earnin, trappin young louis b started rappin
makin moves, 12 on me i’m runnin’ (run, run)
blew his mind now he’s a braindead (yeah he a braindead, dead, dead)

[verse 1]
stupid things i did, sh_t was dumb i was a kid (lil bratt)
lost a lot money, smashed his nose n k!ll his granny (got kweffed)
now he’s screamin’ “mommy” (mommy)
heart too cold to love i’m just young i need a job
can’t live like that, still with the mob
yeah we on top, bop, pullin’ out ‘ flop flop’
breake the rules got the ting ducе duce

[chorous]
h_how many opss are dead
hе just passed out i done got dreads
gyals clottin up my ting
high iqs they call me braindead (braindead)
workin hard fam got this bread
earnin, trappin young louis b started rappin
makin moves, 12 on me i’m runnin’
blow his mind now he’s a braindead (yeah he a braindead, dead, dead)
[verse 2]
okay now the story begins, sh_t started years ago yo
louis bratt make show everybody screamin yeahhh
n_gga now u know me shut the f_ck up
drillaz with me guyz with me and the cobi
f_ck you tobi wanna end up braindead (dead)
you f_ckin fool parents told ya never skip the school
i broke the rules
now i’m goin old school still with bratts
doin sh_t like mobz, cash in pocks ain’t no trash
then i dashed, bro got busted
and he told me to be a crackhead
i never trusted
now i’m jumping on the scene
hop in crowd scream and freestyle
fans know me, fam know me
stoned as h_ll at the police station
then i improved my creation
sh_t right now issa bratty nation
don’t be a recist
just buy mercedes or buy a sedan
movin on the stage like i’m satan
f_ck this red b_st_rd i’m prayin to the lord
pull up on you in the ford
let’s change the flow real quick
i’m a rockstar your b_tch is suckin d_ck
look like a duck, i’m f_ckin her right now
you can hear quack quack
[chorous]
h_how many opss are dead
he just passed out i done got dreads
gyals clottin up my ting
high iqs they call me braindead (braindead)
workin hard fam got this bread
earnin, trappin young louis b started rappin
makin moves, 12 on me i’m runnin’
blow his mind now he’s a braindead (yeah he a braindead, dead, dead)

[verse 3]
who’s dead, who’s dead (dead)
we had mandem just beggin for bread (bread)
we saw guy beatin man until he’s dead (dead)
so f_ck you talk bout just get out my face
come back to your base don’t f_ck with us
you gon’ end up braindead
fist like a bread when i punch you
k!ll a fool if i have to
shoutout bruce how about you
shootout issa daily ting just bring your stab cuz
don’t come round my hood
cuz you gon die bruv
yeah yeah
braindead, yeah fool a braindead dead dead

- louis bratt

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