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lowkey - brutizzy lyrics

[intro]
boy brutizzy
gk*sttar
yung trshxxx

[pre*chorus: trshxxx]
bottles in the club
pulling up and they came lowkey
call up the shots call it cod
f*ck all the opps, (right)
i might just do it issa nike (yikes!)
(2x)

[hook: trshxxx]
bottles in the club
pulling up and we came lowkey
shoot up the sh*t, call it cod
coming from the belly of beast
i got a couple broads on the lease, sheesh
(2x)
sheeeeeeesh

bottles in the club
and we came lowkey (5x)
f*ck all the opps
i lit up the scene through the night
i might just do it issa nike (yikes!)
[verse 1: brutizzy]
i’m in tha club with my *folks *
dis b*tches gimme head coz they know money *talks *
i gotta couple *broads* & they called anothеr *hoes*
this night i’m gonna flex cuz i’m shinnin’ like a *glow*
bottlеs in the club pulling up and we came *lowkey*
shots of *hennessy* all tha thang for *me*
fancy girls around *me*, nice ass is all i *see*
d*ck so h*rny and it stings like a *bee*
chasing paper erday rip *nipssey*
hustlin in the street trynna get *tipsy*
money on my *mind*, sh*t is on my *grind*
f*ckin’ all your b*tches cuz you n*ggas keep *blind*
you can’t swag like me superlfy like *priest.*
you ain’t sh*t, i’m comin’ from the belly of the *beast.*
it’s yo boy sangue bruto or you better call *brutizzy.* estar comigo não é fácil porque n*gga i got the *cheese.*

[hook]

[verse 2: gksttar]
smokin purp just to cope with the pain
i got 99 problems that dont fit in my brain
got my f*ckin j’s on with the shades on
yeah, u never notice when a n*gga eyes low from the grain
guess im high as a plane but a n*gga lowkey
yeah the vibe is insane, drain from a dope g
hit the side and the main, plain like the coffee
pop a bottle of champagne eatin raw cheese
slowly twenty fingers we them brothers on the track
flow sick, so drip that she tellin me she wet
i might just buy the bar yeah we f*ck up in the car
and she know that imma sttar pull up, phantom all black, cat
flip gun and you know the death quick
quit run, wrong turn and you suckin my d*ck
yeah they know the kid sl!ck i ain’t talkin sl!ck kid
pop a bottle of that henny my wallet is real thick
real sh*t, different pedigree, raping heavily
live fast, boy trshxxx, gksttar n tizzy devilish
i have at least a couple bands on me, lotta hands on me
a n*gga barely made it but i gotta lotta fans on me
im about madiba e marshal no meu pocket
the real plug the socket
u n*ggas is broke as a promise
u know me im lowkey true that n im just bein honest (n*ggah!)
[hook]

[verse 3: trshxxx]
before you date jess, i’ma beat it
the rap state stressed when i’m in it
the compass messed, when i hit it again
my revenge, g*pass in the scene
this is for the rappers who ain’t rapping for real
they got the will, they get the hype
but they don’t get it for real
rapping for f*ck sake, f*ck it wanna traffic the sk!ll
just being humble
tell your ceo to cut up the deal
the sylvester bout to rumble
boy this sh*t ain’t a film by
my bad, it’s s so sad, for your fake ass n*gga
the rap*outcast got paid back, with a paypal, visa
gimme the credit, i shoot you parrot, the ak trigger
i’m k*mar ready, get shooked like harry i jay that n*gga
why exodus, young nino getting jaded n*gga
they giving us blueprints, then elevate it n*gga
that’s why i came through to do my way
that’s how we roll 24/7 in 258
i told my bee if you don’t love me just get out my way
girl i don’t f*ck with no lil judy, i’m bout the cake
cuz pops never supported this
momma, sister got bored with this
born to this, told em chill
i’m about to seize my days
i’m tired being a schoolboy, i hate to queue for a’s
i want the bs buying c*ds, from 1 to 8
digits in my account, and i’m out of state
man most of y’all don’t hate, most of y’all can’t relate (mmh!)
[hook]

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