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10 freaky girls - bright campa lyrics

[intro]
ooh
no, no, no
no, no

[verse 1: bright campa]
in peace, may you rest
never ever shoot below the neck
you a rookie, i’m a vet (i’m a vet)
that’s why i got a glock (yeah!) you got a tec
not checkers (not checkers)
this chess (n*gga chess)
i flooded out my patek with baguettes (yeah)
i curve tiffany (who?), for jess (what?)
need to get myself together, i’m a mess (straight up)
in bikini bottom, i’m with sandy (sandy)
moesha keep on drinkin’ all the brandy (brandy)
keisha eat the molly like its candy (yah, yah)
bodyslam a n*gga like i’m randy (uh)
yeah, i’m a hot hitter (uh)
i’m a guap getter (get pop)
leave a thot bitter (boom)
get your block hit up (ye!)
oh, you think you in a group?
get that sh*t split up (straight up)
tryna suck me layin’ down
i make that b*tch sit up (yeah, yeah)
yeah, hot box, dirty stick
case closed (case closed)
we grill beef, n*gga, charcoal (uh oh)
sellin’ p*ssy, her vajay*jay got a barcode (oh whoa)
these broke ass n*ggas need jobco (jobco)
used to use ebt to get seafood (whoa)
now i uber eats when i want kiku (kiku!)
she wanna hang out and let the gang g you (g you!)
metro worth a lot of m’s, n*gga, me too
[chorus: bright campa]
hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
hangin’ off my waistline is a glock (a glock)
the body in that casket was a opp (an opp)
i don’t throw no bottles, i throw shots (campa!)
all this drip on me, i need a mop (uh*huh!)
balenciaga’s boxers and the socks (on god)
i got 10 freaky girls in my crib (yeah!)
finna drown in ’em, dawg
finna drown in ’em
(finna down in ’em, woo)

[verse 2: bright campa]
last altercation
got a hundred rounds in him
all my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in ’em
ain’t no furniture
it’s just a lot of pounds in ’em (that’s right)
percs, soft, hard, and i got the brown in ’em (ah!)
word to bombaclaat, shotta
we don’t ramp in ’em (yeah)
edgewood, glenwood
bouldercrest and the hamp with ’em
got a lot of sticks
you can get stamped with ’em (stamped with ’em)
tryna mediate the beef
you get found with ’em (uh)
all these chains
rest in peace to harriet tubman (rest to peace!)
n*ggas broke ’cause they doin’ too much clubbin’
(too much clubbin’)
cashed out on all my cars ’cause i’m stubborn (oh boy)
zone 6 against the world
that’s how i’m comin’ (i’m coming!)
i came out the womb, i was thuggin’ (straight up)
ain’t no fistfights, n*ggas uppin’ (upping!)
rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin’ (on god)
when you see ’em face*to*face (pew)
it ain’t nothin’ (nothing)
[chorus: bright campa]
hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
hangin’ off my waistline is a glock (a glock)
the body in that casket was a opp (an opp)
i don’t throw no bottles, i throw shots (campa)
all this drip on me, i need a mop (uh*huh!)
balenciaga’s boxers and the socks (on god)
i got 10 freaky girls in my crib (yeah!)
i got 10 freaky girls in the crib

[outro: bright campa]
you know it’s funny
it’s funny blowing up like this, you know?
gotta be strong in this world
can’t let no n*gga phase you
that goes for my girls

- bright campa lyrics

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