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fight back - brezden lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
what the h*ll?
how the h*ll?
huh

[chorus]
i’m high as f*ck, i pull some ’za up out the thrax bag
she wanna f*ck because i posted with a saks bag
you want a feat’, you should be askin’, “what’s the cash tag?”
reachin’ in my bucket sayin’ sh*t like i’m on trash mat
#mrmakeithappen for a reason
i might f*ck ice spice and steal her chain while she’s sleepin’
gave a fiend white runtz, he broke down and started tweakin’
gave a b*tch one look, she broke down, started [?]

[verse 1]
told my granny i punch up on the beats, she think i writе raps
they keep sleepin’ on me, need to lose thе f*ckin’ nightcap
extra in the back with shawty walkin’ with a bike rack
beat it with your b*tch around, d*mn, p*ssy, fight back

[interlude]
fight back! fight back!

[verse 2]
(sh*t)
boy, you better get a gun or somethin’
walkin’ with a hunny, she gon’ let me in her bun or somethin’
askin’ for some money, d*mn, are you dumb or somethin’?
your b*tch pull up on me, yeah, she droppin’ that “dun*dun*dun”
walkin’ with some sh*t that’s lookin’ like i won the jumbo bucks
jumpin’ out in barclay, i might f*ck around and dunk on [?]
had to grind and you can, too, b*tch, i ain’t got no luck
[chorus]
i’m high as f*ck, i pull some ‘za up out the thrax bag
she wanna f*ck because i posted with a saks bag
you want a feat’, you should be askin’, “what’s the cash tag?”
reachin’ in my bucket sayin’ sh*t like i’m on trash mat
#mrmakeithappen for a reason
i might f*ck ice spice and steal her chain while she’s sleepin’
gave a fiend white runtz, he broke down and started tweakin’
gave a b*tch one look, she broke down, started [?]

[verse 3]
gave a fiend one gram and then he hit the f*ckin’ crank that
in a different city, where the closest f*ckin’ bank at?
i just want the money, give a f*ck ’bout where i’m ranked at
b*tch, i’m really up, i’m still gon’ dunk it if the lane packed
why they hatin’ on me? ’cause i’m white? walk diversify
faded in the booth, finger pointin’ like i’m certified
need a three*five? i’ma need a hundred thirty*five
back in ’09, i was ballin’ on ’em, playin’ live
oh, sh*t, they alive, i done brought the bars back
skinny motherf*cker, but i’m walkin’ with a large stack
sh*t talkin’ ballin’, got him thinkin’ that lavar back
boy, i know you sick, your baby mama need her car back

[chorus]
i’m high as f*ck, i pull some ‘za up out the thrax bag
she wanna f*ck because i posted with a saks bag
you want a feat’, you should be askin’, “what’s the cash tag?”
reachin’ in my bucket sayin’ sh*t like i’m on trash mat
#mrmakeithappen for a reason
i might f*ck ice spice and steal her chain while she’s sleepin’
gave a fiend white runtz, he broke down and started tweakin’
gave a b*tch one look, she broke down, started [?]

- brezden lyrics

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