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yd brinks - free zee كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
ayy
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse]
i get money, i don’t f_ck with doggy bone ’cause he a b_tch
i could walk in with two 30s, every glizzy got a switch
i don’t want no codefendant ’cause them p_ssy n_ggas snitch
lil’ p_ssy you was hawkin’, finna feed this ho a d_ck
you would catch me flyin’ all in the six with my bl!ck
you’d catch me in the ‘cat doin’ donuts right on vick
you’d get your ass stepped on just for talkin’ sh_t
i know you heard of big brinks, b_tch, i been a walkin’ l!ck
send a b_tch, yeah, i lied, n_gga reach, then he dyin’
set the play, yes, he tried, guaranteed you get to die
you ain’t never seen a chopper bullet open n_ggas up
you ain’t never seen a .45 fold a n_gga up
treat a n_gga like a picture, i’d blow a n_gga up
hit a n_gga whole pint, i’d roll a n_gga up
i’m the leader of the race, i’d flow a n_gga up
you might catch us all in mandy on a monday thirtied up
shoot a n_gga in his stomach, i’ma leave him bloated up
i might bring an old yop, though, smoky, load it up
i don’t hang with too many apes, yes, it’s only us
in the cap we be trippin’, tryna catch them n_ggas slippin’
i’ma k!ll a whole ass, yeah, i heard them n_ggas tweakin’
in the ham with some b_tches, n_gga try me then he finished
n_gga played with the wrong one and got his life ended
get the drop then we spinnin’, wrap his body up in lenox
brothers die every night ’cause your baby boy be sinnin’
catch a body then we dippin’, k!ll the wrong n_ggas twitchin’
brodie hit him in his stomach, left his p_ssy ass twitchin’
tryna leave a n_gga jittin’, so r_t_rded, i need ritalin
finna leave a p_ssy_ass n_gga body right on plymouth
then i duck off
told his n_gga mama when i catch him, we gon’ bust off
aim this chopiana at his stomach, knock his nuts off
aim the glockiana at his stomach, knock his guts off
the b_tch i sell hard, i ain’t never even touched soft
knock a grown man, now i knock a n_gga buffs off
lame keep asking what the motherf_ckin’ puff cost?
sh_t, keep playin’ with me, i’d turn you to a l!ck (ayy)
keep playin’ with me, i’d turn you to a brick
put a bag on your head, now your whole gang sick (lil’ b_tch)

- yd brinks

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