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repsac – brixed up كلمات اغاني

(intro)
brixton? i hardly know her!

alright, 1776 motherf_cka
f_ck derek jeter
f_ck the yankees
f_ck new york
except the mets!
it’s all about the mets baby!
yaa the mets!
this is it, i’m not r_t_rded (r_t_rded!)
(maybe i am)
(verse 1)
ayo, what you mean by that?
back in portland, we had the gat (skraa)
got the 45 strap b_tch get out (ba ba)
or b_tch you’ll get clapped (draaa)
we in london, sipping the potions
club 49 we causing commotion
bri’sh girls be like “where is the lotion?”
b_tch i’m boutta get an explosion (boom!)
strip naked bend over
now shake your d_cks
this p_ssing contest is over

(verse 2)
(f_f_f_f fabes, fabes)
i just bronxed two people in a telephone pole
i’m in the street now i’m finna bronx 2 more (skraa)
piccadilly, suck me like my w_lly
suburban motherf_cker
f_cking hill billy
saying there’s a gap in the service
full throttle in her cervix
the tube driver got bronxed
he got bronxed by a nonce
he a boutta lube the tube
so he boutta eat my poo
i roll with my security so i don’t get bronxed
but then i get them bronxed (bronxed bronxed bronxed bronxed)
i like them color bronze
but i might as well be bronxed (bronxed!)
(jeg er ikke lav for faen!)
(he’s 5″2 with some attitude)

(verse 3)
brixed up on a sat_rday afternoon
wished i was getting as high as the moon
but i just can’t keep working with no outcome
just keep grinding totally overtime
smokin the trees coppin me tees
got a hole_in_one like golf i’ll compete
party all night and i’m ready to scr_p
don’t give me this cr_p
leave you with a cap in your ass
never giving up i ain’t never throwing down
give it to me and get to smacking another, bow
down to my crown never letting this go
i’m hitting ya and making ya up to spin another hoe

(verse 4)
we out here in brixton
getting our d_cks up
hitting yo b_tch up
making her spit up
(cum!)
ride the lubed tube round all night
yo b_tch never felt this tight
two minutes in and i’m already sore (what!)
went to the store got head from a wh0re (wh0re!)
this is s_x galore we already on round four
(hiyaa)
(verse 5)
brixed up
drop top
cocaine
lock up
my bros packing
caught the ops at the red light lacking
tracking n attacking zombie through the side you can hear bones cracking
jakes slacking bands stacking
beautiful b_tch that you know i be tappin

oh sh_t i’m going insane street king i don’t wanna be vain
shoot shoot like i’m tory lanez
blue blood that be flowing my veins
og cause i’m walking with that cane

a goat to be
i’m in my own lane
a catastrophe
don’t chat to me

(outro)
(hiyaa)

(volume reduction)

ayo you know all of them ops be chatting p_ss you know
we shank ’em down, get that?
you get wet fam, okay fam?
haha!

(ait we good)

- repsac

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