take it there - briii lyrics
[intro]
hey
it’s briii with the three i’s
hold up, i don’t know the f*ck you on
broke*ass b*tch, got your lip filler on groupon
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two*tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b*tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b*tches with the sh*ts, jump a b*tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
[verse 1]
that b*tch ain’t poppin’, she just poppin’ percs
i just pull up in a wraith, my opps pull up in a he*rs*
ten bands, twenty bands, that’s a new pursе
ten bricks, twenty bricks, b*tch, i trap work
put a f*ckboy in the ground, now hе joe dirt
watch your tone when you talk to me, b*tch, you get slapped up
you can get shot like a movie if you act up
aim the chopper at your gut, give a ho a tummy tuck
[pre*chorus]
loudest in the room, but i move in silence
you’s a scary ho, you don’t resort to violence
you’s a broke b*tch, i’m on resorts in islands
come get your man, b*tch, he in my dms wildin’
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two*tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b*tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b*tches with the sh*ts, jump a b*tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
[verse 2]
my money taller, i got height now
all these basic b*tches pipe down
on my d*ck like dyk*s now
these b*tches sleepin’ on briii, think they need a nightgown
b*tches think they want smoke, tell ’em i’m sending shots now
been rushin’ to the money, i’m not talkin’ moscow
tell him that this p*ssy wet, he gon’ bring the mops out
don’t make my hitters shoot your block down and bring the cops out
we don’t do no drive*bys, all my hitters hop out
[pre*chorus]
loudest in the room, but i move in silence
you’s a scary ho, you don’t resort to violence
you’s a broke b*tch, i’m on resorts in islands
come get your man, b*tch, he in my dms wildin’
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two*tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b*tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b*tches with the sh*ts, jump a b*tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
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