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some pirate stuff - brahman_is_gone lyrics

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[intro: mo& brahman]
should i come in right now, before the beat drops?
nah, i think its lit
so when it drops?
yeah
(oh my god, they k!lled kenny, you b*st*rds!)

[mo]
i walk in this b*tch like jacy king
shoot up your home i don’t care bout no kids
nut on her face i ain’t having no kids
i just came outta jail n*gga, i did a bid
[brahman]
i just came outta jail i been eating that spread
shoot out your head until it turn red
i cannot be happy til’ my opps are dead
you talk to the cops i don’t speak to no feds

[mo]
i shoot at that n*gga i spin on his block
dominican shorty she suckin’ my c*ck
n*gga talkin’ ’bout me then you know he got popped
shoot a p*ssy ass n*gga like i am a cop

[brahman]
i been whippin’ that crack i been sellin’ them rocks
i got 3 rocks in both of my socks
i will murder that n*gga as soon as he talks
if his father is with him i’ll murder his pops

[mo]
i hop in the coup while you hop on the bus
got a glock on my hip know a b*tch i can’t trust
he was talkin down on us now he is dust
brand new yeezys on n*gga you not one of us

[brahman]
brand new yeezys on n*gga that you cannot have
i been gettin’ that sh*t that you make in a lab
n*ggas be rappin’ like that sh*t a fad
b*tch n*gga stop rappin’ yo rappin’ is bad
[mo]
i just f*cked on yo b*tch now i’m smokin’ a f*g
i’m a real ass n*gga, i get in my bag
louis v chancletas i hop in the jag’
got more money last year than that b*tch n*gga’s dad

[brahman]
i just bought dinner for somebody’s mom
chinese n*gga get hit with a gong
all of your money is short but my money is long
in louisiana i’m eatin’ some prawn

[mo]
i’m smoking the blunt i don’t f*ck with no bong
that b*tch ass is so fat that i can’t see the thong

[brahman]
that b*tch ass is so fat that it really feels wrong
me and christ dillinger makin’ a song

[mo]
i ride on yo block with that silly ass beat
got that rick on my b*lls, double c on my feet

[brahman]
yo b*tch on of sellin’ pictures of feet
n*gga why are you lettin’ her sell pictures of feet
[mo]
my money stacked tall, it stand like 10 feet
just left louis v, spent a check on my feet

[brahman]
n*gga, why is yo neck underneath my feet
if you were my opp you would meet with defeat

[mo]
dming me mad, i won’t sell him a feat
i just f*ck on yo b*tch and i nut on her feet

[brahman]
oh you steppin’ to us? that is a feat
yeah that n*gga is dancin’ i shot at his feet

[mo]
i might make six figures rappin’ off beat
pull up with a gun n*gga i do not tweak

[brahman]
oh you lookin for clout? i don’t got a seat
i’m a indian n*gga but i’m not a sikh

[mo]
got a louis v rib on i look like a sheik
seen you out with yo b*tch n*gga that b*tch is weak

[brahman]
i’ve been smoking marijuana you know it reek
yeah she suckin’ my feet cuz that b*tch a freak

[mo]
she better hit a l!ck if she wanna eat
these diamonds they dance on my neck and my t**th

[brahman]
in maison margiela i’m smokin’ a leaf
she suckin’ my d*ck through my supreme briefs

[mo]
i’m shooting that n*gga his life is real brief
youtube to mp3 i ain’t pay for this beat

[brahman]
youtube to mp3 i am a thief
youtube to mp4 i am a criminal

[mo]
run up a check, i do it habitual

[brahman]
rup up a check, you doin it minimal

[mo]
i get off a jet f*ck yo b*tch it’s a ritual

[brahman]
you flying economy n*gga that’s pitiful

[mo]
i’m flying first class n*gga i got money
i look at yo fit… bummy

[brahman]
b*tch i shoot at the opps while it is still sunny
had to beat up the opp cuz he made my eggs runny

- brahman_is_gone lyrics

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