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mori briscoe - island boy lyrics
[verse one: mori briscoe]
shawty bad and she from the islands
dior on her body, she stylin’
when i step in the spot, start wylin’
mask on and it ain’t for the virus
play wit’ me and we makin’ sh_t lit
said she love me but she love the d_ck
what’s my name? what’s my g_day?
how you love me and you don’t know sh_t?
[verse two: mori briscoe]
they like how i turn nothin’ to somethin’
cos last year b_tches was frontin’
i’ve been droppin’ all year, i’ve been buggin’
ain’t droppin’ no tears, drop sh_lls, i’m dumpin
and i’m ridin’ wit’ bando if you right or wrong
this sh_t really get deeper than songs
since she heard aaliyah, she try get it on
well f_ck it, i’m rippin’ her thong
[verse three: mori briscoe]
bend it over, get crazy
get nasty for a real n_gga
too slimy, can’t play me
heart cold, i don’t feel n_ggas
step on who? call backup
one nine eleven get his ass up
n_ggas musclin’, tell em catch up
[?] b_tches favourite rapper
[verse four: tay bando]
[?], tell em catch up
smokin’ on glizzy, what happened?
said she love me, she was cappin’
subtractin’ these b_tches like fractions
i ain’t cuffin’ on none of these hoes
i f_ck em, i dump em and you know i’m pass em’
i ain’t lackin’ in none of them stores
i’m clutchin’ this .40 and you know i’m blastin’
[verse five: tay bando & mori briscoe]
shoot first, i ain’t wit’ the askin’
first link, i’m breakin’ her back in
off the migos, she love how i’m slappin’
callin’ up mori, that’s just for the taggin’
keep goin’, can’t stop
keep throwin’ till that n_gga drop
sh_t bogus, [?]
free all my n_ggas off the rock
[verse six: mori briscoe]
and most of these n_ggas be tellin’
i’m surrounded by demons and felons
and most of my opps really soft
they ain’t let it go, we don’t buy what you sellin’
he can die for that sh_t that he reppin’
and if i’m in the spot then it [?]
bad b_tch tryna kick it like tekken
get straight to it then she get to yellin’
[verse seven: tay bando]
i got this b_tch quakin’
f_ck once, but no i ain’t datin’
shortie slackin’ but i got the patience
i’m all in her ribs like baby stop playin’
i be [?], but no i ain’t haitian
still got pistols when i’m on vacation
k!ll them n_ggas you feel like they playin’
my ooter pull up, he gon shoot like he paintin’
[verse eight: tay bando]
get me mad, just give me a reason
call [?], he shoot for no reason
keep squeezin’ til brodie not breathin’
smokin’ on [?], you kno’ that i’m steamin’
big mops, just watch how we clean ‘em
ap, them pieces been readin’
for roy, you know we gon leave ‘em
steppin’ on n_ggas for all these seasons
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