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did a b wrong - bris lyrics

[intro: bris]
it’s little bris b*tch, took them suckers off the hit list
i’m a rich n*gga, so you know i need a rich b*tch
b*tch, i gang on ’em, pull up on ’em, bang pipe
see the ruler, we gone bang, right?

[hook: bris]
definition of a gangster, i’m a real g (i’m a real g)
i gotta keep a pole, they want to k!ll me (they want to k!ll me)
in the trap with this pole, vacuum seal piece (vacuum seal piece)
if you ain’t off a perc then you can’t feel me (can’t feel me)
if you ain’t off a perc then you don’t feel like me (you don’t feel like me)
do a b*tch wrong, and she still likes me (she still likе me)
take a b*tch check, wе used to steal nikes (we steal those)
talk cold on these beats, like my grill icy (like my grill cold)

[verse 1: bris]
b*tch need permission, i can’t let her sneeze (i can’t let her sneeze)
gettin’ to that guap, need that cheddar cheese (need that cheddar cheese)
little b*tch cream, look like leatherby’s (look like ice cream)
i sell a dream like i sell her weave (have some nice dreams)
now i sell her weave like i’m sellin’ dope (like i’m selling dope)
you talk about them skits and stop telling folks (stop telling me)
said you slide, but you slip, like you fell on soap (like you fell on me)
n*gga could have died but the weapon broke
aye, yeah them n*ggas still speaky, so i cop gleaky (cop gleaky)
kind of hard being hard, this sh*t is not easy (it is not easy)
the pole got bodies on it, yeah the glock freaky (yeah the glock freaky)
put your ass in her face, you like rikishi (like rikishi)
and when baby put that thang on me, uh, put my thing in it (put my thing in it)
baby got that stuffing like it’s thanksgiving (like it’s thanksgiving)
b*tch, you ain’t gang ’cause you ain’t ridgin’ (you ain’t ridge)
b*tch, i’m off that drank me a dank sippin’ (dank sippin’)
[hook: bris]
definition of a gangster, i’m a real g (i’m a real g)
i gotta keep a pole, they want to k!ll me (they want to k!ll me)
in the trap with this pole, vacuum seal piece (vacuum seal piece)
if you ain’t off a perc then you can’t feel me (can’t feel me)
if you ain’t off a perc then you don’t feel like me (you don’t feel like me)
do a b*tch wrong, and she still likes me (she still like me)
take a b*tch check, we used to steal nikes (we steal those)
talk cold on these beats, like my grill icy (like my grill cold)

[verse 2: drakeo the ruler]
take that sh*t off, i like real diamonds
why you hop up on this song? because i feel like it
two straps i feel like john gotti lil homie
it’s a hundred in the chop, f*ck how you feel about it
it get tricky on the dance floor, i’m a sh*ll thomas
felt the thunder and the lightning when i sh*ll*shocked him
dropped a hundred on his head, man, they still crying
opps steady dissing me and they still dying
i’m finna pop a batman, bro, this pill five
oh, you don’t like me? you should go and ask the deal about me
yeah, this a down, don’t make me pull up in a real slider
caught him lacking off the green, i had to k!llshot him
you can have this street sh*t, boy, i k!ll problems
rip my n*gga bris, he was a real problem
[hook: bris]
definition of a gangster, i’m a real g (i’m a real g)
i gotta keep a pole, they want to k!ll me (they want to k!ll me)
in the trap with this pole, vacuum seal piece (vacuum seal piece)
if you ain’t off a perc then you can’t feel me (can’t feel me)
if you ain’t off a perc then you don’t feel like me (you don’t feel like me)
do a b*tch wrong, and she still likes me (she still like me)
take a b*tch check, we used to steal nikes (we steal those)
talk cold on these beats, like my grill icy

[verse 3: bris]
talk cold on these beats because my heart cold (my heart cold)
chopper valet, yeah, it park loads (yeah brrr)
by the street lights with this large pole (with this large pole)
this chopper all tan like some cargons (it’s all tan)
gettin’ to the bag i’ve been cheddar chasing (cheddar chasing)
police on my line, and they investigation (stop the investigation)
on a n*gga spot, like i’m leopard chasin’ (like i’m leopard chasin’)
you hear that frr frr, that’s that weapon sprayin’ (hear that frrr?)
you hear that pa*pa*pa, that’s that [?]
this glock hold h*lla shots, hold like 52 (hold like 52)
b*tch i did drills, the whole bity knew (whole bity knew)
this b*tch bad, she got ass, it got titties too (got titties too)
slap her on her ass, it jiggle like a jelly roll (like a jelly roll)
get your own slam, i can’t sell a pole (i ain’t sellin’ pole)
but i pass it to the bro, i can’t tell ’em, though (i can’t tell ’em, though)
b*tch, i got it for the low, if you smellin’ dope (if you smellin’ weed)
[hook: bris]
definition of a gangster, i’m a real g (i’m a real g)
i gotta keep a pole, they want to k!ll me (they want to k!ll me)
in the trap with this pole, vacuum seal piece (vacuum seal piece)
if you ain’t off a perc then you can’t feel me (can’t feel me)
if you ain’t off a perc then you don’t feel like me (you don’t feel like me)
do a b*tch wrong, and she still likes me (she still like me)
take a b*tch check, we used to steal nikes (we steal those)
talk cold on these beats, like my grill icy

- bris lyrics

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