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up the score - brickboydior lyrics

[intro]
d*d*d*div don’t do it to ’em
pow, pow, pow, pow
let’s go (b*tch)
let’s go
hold on, yeah

[chorus]
i’m finna up the score today, got a glock*19
had to throw it away (b*tch)
everytime i get a check, gotta blow it that day
that b*tch a nut, i’ma paint on her face
growin’ up ain’t easy, had the harder way
now i’m out here ballin’ like hardaway
look up on the roof, see the stars in the wraith
move hundred racks, made it all in a day

[verse]
glock*26 up the murder rate
she suck on that d*ck i ain’t go on no dates
lookin’ hindu with a beam on his face
top 10, number one, b*tch i’m the ace
checkin’ id’s, i ain’t catchin’ no case
how you a plug, yeah, you movin’ no weight
i need to know, i ain’t got time to wait
b*tch, let’s go
and that chopper got luxury, get yo ass [?]
came with that mac, i ain’t talkin’ computers
kicked out of school, i was f*ckin’ my tutors
spit on that block, air it out like the uber
you was a lame, you a goofy like gooba
pushin’ them foreigns, you pushin’ up scooters
f*ckin’ that b*tch, p*ssy wet like the hoover, uh, yeah
and i put titties on the glock like double d’s
and it’s filled with hollows, don’t f*ck with me
i had a lil’ one, now she stuck to me
now she got her and her best friends suckin’ me
i know that i know who you wanna be
uber outside, come suck it and leave
two twin glocks and they both got a beam
two twin thots and they both for the team
pop out on the opps, got them sh*ttin’ themselves
can’t even sleep, unless the glock in the sh*ll
got me some runners, like santa’s lil’ elves
call me the devil, i’m givin’ ’em h*ll
you got that work but you can’t even sell
you gon’ run down on ’em but you finna tell
.38 specialist, can’t see the sh*lls (b*tch)
gas so loud that you can’t even smell (b*tch)

[chorus]
i’m finna up the score today, got a glock*19
had to throw it away (b*tch)
everytime i get a check, gotta blow it that day
that b*tch a nut, i’ma paint on her face
growin’ up ain’t easy, had the harder way
now i’m out here ballin’ like hardaway
look up on the roof, see the stars in the wraith
move hundred racks, made it all in a day

[outro]
pow, pow, pow, pow
hundred racks, made it all in a day (let’s go)
glock*26 up the murder rate (let’s go, let’s go)
she suck on that d*ck i ain’t go on no dates (b*tch)

- brickboydior lyrics

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