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brodie (mashup) - last-dude lyrics

[chorus: pop smoke]
look, big 092mlboa
gq, you got a gun, n*gga, gun, n*gga, me too
brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
diggin’ that louie bag, louie bag, n*gga diggin’ that bag
duffle
brodie go back out, cut ’em
brodie go woo, i bet man gon’ shoot
said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
i keep me a glock, shoot out the roof
two 38’s, three 22’s

[verse 1: juice wrld]
knock ’em down, domino, pull up with a .40
lilo, he get stitched, ayy
not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin
could a young n*gga f*ck my b*tch
drop out of school, no flunk
meditate up on these b*tches, n*gga, like monk
it’s a walk through the park, but it’s not, b*tch, i run
head so good, had to call a replay
call a uber up, put her on a e*way
scratch, scratch, scratch, don’t mind me
that’s them percs, let mе itch my face (pull*pull*pull)
pull up on him, grand theft auto, chopper with that stick
that b*tch go cl!ck*clack (tut*tut*tut)
put ‘еm on the floor like, sh*t, ayy
[verse 2: nle choppa]
chorus part five, you n*ggas been waitin’
good aim with this glock, should’ve played in the matrix
we ain’t k!lled in a while, finna boost up the ratings
i’ve been poppin’ my sh*t and these n*ggas they hate it
throwin’ my gang, i’m reppin’ my set
i don’t want me a glock, hit his ass with this tec
why he got on a vest? ’cause i aim at his neck
i serve a n*gga [?] that sh*t finesse
murda, murda, murda, all a n*gga know
i can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
b*tch i’m freestylin’, you thought this sh*t was wrote
my dawg in the cell, i’m just here to give him hope
if a n*gga want smoke, b*tch you know that it’s up
if i pull my d*ck out, then yo’ b*tch gonna suck
and he tried to rob me, he ain’t know it was tough
and i ain’t squashin’ no beef, p*ssy n*gga it’s stuck, yeah

[verse 3: pop smoke]
don’t get put on a shirt, watch n*ggas lurk
i keep a glock, when i’m in church
spin through your block, step on the clutch
hit that boy up, then i reverse
uh, say that i’ll call a ape for a maybach
i’m 823, i get straight cash
(if you got that work, i’ma take that)
[chorus: pop smoke]
look, big 092mlboa
gq, you got a gun, n*gga, gun, n*gga, me too
brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
diggin’ that louie bag, louie bag, n*gga diggin’ that bag
duffle
brodie go back out, cut ’em
brodie go woo, i bet man gon’ shoot
said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
i keep me a glock, shoot out the roof
two 38’s, three 22’s

[verse 4: xxxtentacion]
i feel like i’m yo’ daddy, how many times i’m gon’ f*ck?
tryna put my d*ck in her b*tt
swerving in that b*tch, she bound to take d*ck
she bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
i pass her big d*cky, no half, but infinity
stroke your vicinity, b*tches, that coke ending me
offer it, out for offerin’
n*ggas say they “body the p*ssy”, then lets bang
k!ll a f*ck n*gga, he p*ssy, don’t want pain
watch a n*gga fold or mold, he won’t stay
i’ve been in a murder, revolved around pain
i’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
you think i’m p*ssy ‘til beam hit your face
glock in yo’ mouth, got your b*tch at my house
and that b*tch tryna f*ck, so i’m f*ckin’ her face (ayy)

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