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brand new - ar-ab lyrics

[verse]
i just got a call for a brick or two
it’s twenty*one a bake on the sixty*two
cookies on my plate, come and get a few
extendo in this forty playing peekaboo
abdominal fluid, got garlics and sodas
i can pack a trap house without a promoter
forty*four bullets inside of the cobra
to count a half a million, you gotta be sober
i was online before a computer
eighteen years old with a four and a ruler
my dad sold dope, i was sorta influenced
don’t give a f*ck about your money, i’m supporting the shooters
me and po had a plan and it’s coming to life
i’m giving lo a hunnid bands or it wouldn’t be right
that p*ssy said my name and we took a few lives
i wouldn’t call it beef, they ain’t put up a fight
n*gga test one of mines and them bodies gon’ double
i’ll get a hit squad to go cause you some trouble
if they shoot at me, know i gotta reb*ttal
i f*cked her in her man house and i got her in trouble
when i got a quarter million, i’m ‘posed to be finished
but then i called over collie and told ’em to send it
if your dawg got beef, you ‘posed to be in it
why you crying bout that time? you ‘posed to be winning
the dirty n*ggas winning, we breaking the mould
and i don’t need no scale, only taking ’em home
putting steroids on my n*ggas and make ’em explode
i put shotty with the plug and he taking the load
when life threw me hurdles, i stayed on my feet
thanks to mullas and leak, never tasted defeat
i know relly gon’ come if they playing with me
i give your name to nazkim, it won’t take him a week
my dawg fold his body, they gave him a dime
a drill got ran when i gave him a sum
it say two fifty*two when i’m weighing the nine
i hated last drought, had to pay out a line
all i tried to do was make a way for my people
whoever in the way of my plate, i’ma eat ’em
if you study all the signs on the face, you can read it
and i would never break if i’m facing the needle
when a n*gga got it all, his character’s measured
i bought him in, he betrayed me so bad, i regret it
burned a sucker for a brick and i told him “forget it”
shot my house when i left, yeah that was pathetic
i just hope y’all know my intentions was pure
wish the table was reversed and i’m sentenced for yours
we just counted half an m on the living room floor
the plan was use the rap to get in the door
my youngers got life and i’m partly to blame
coulda told him “go to school” but i told him to gain
now skinny fighting murder and i told him the same
dots seen me buy a brick then i bought him the same
rather shovel sh*t than get work from a rat
i wouldn’t serve one of them if they offered a stack
i’m on i76 with a bird on my lap
glock*17, i’m a surgeon with that

- ar ab lyrics

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