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truestory - bris lyrics

[verse1: bris]
(gang)
im f*cking with some n*ggas that’s across the street
this forty get to dripping like a faucet leak
if you ain’t talking money then don’t talk to me
all that loud talking like the last n*gga lost his t**th
walk up in the party im the main attraction
call of the duty gun the chop got the same attachments
gold on my neck is like a chain reaction
they didn’t think i’ll do it but i made it happen
i just pour a four and i’m leaning now
same n*ggas on instagram i ain’t seen around
cut off a lot of n*ggas off they wanna see me down
crazy how the little homies wanna be me now
i be around everytime they say a sucka slide
crazy how they always mention me when a sucka dies
true story be the gang, these n*ggas love to lie
when i pop this body i got b*tterflies
i love to slide like a kid at a playground
yelling free the ridge [?] little zay pound
rocking with this glock, 32 this the trey pound
i know that come up gonna be big cause i stay down
riding with that forty like a agent, on the internet while i’m in the street really banging
i want that money you n*gga rather be famous, 30 stick hanging out my pocket like a n*gga hate me

[outro: ?]
they wanna know how it feel to be surrounded by the realz
is they all so chill, they wanna know how it feel how it feel
(how it feel)
its how i feel if it, look so good, on so good
i keep it on so real, keep it on so fake
that’s how i feel, that’s how i feel, that’s how i feel

- bris lyrics

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