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braindead - louis bratt lyrics

braindead lyrics
[chorus]
h*how many opss are dead (how)
he just passed out i done got dreads (got dreads)
gyals clottin up my ting
high iqs they call me braindead (braindead)
workin hard fam got this bread
earnin, trappin young louis b started rappin
makin moves, 12 on me i’m runnin’ (run, run)
blew his mind now he’s a braindead (yeah he a braindead, dead, dead)

[verse 1]
stupid things i did, sh*t was dumb i was a kid (lil bratt)
lost a lot money, smashed his nose n k!ll his granny (got kweffed)
now he’s screamin’ “mommy” (mommy)
heart too cold to love i’m just young i need a job
can’t live like that, still with the mob
yeah we on top, bop, pullin’ out ‘ flop flop’
breake the rules got the ting ducе duce

[chorous]
h*how many opss are dead
hе just passed out i done got dreads
gyals clottin up my ting
high iqs they call me braindead (braindead)
workin hard fam got this bread
earnin, trappin young louis b started rappin
makin moves, 12 on me i’m runnin’
blow his mind now he’s a braindead (yeah he a braindead, dead, dead)
[verse 2]
okay now the story begins, sh*t started years ago yo
louis bratt make show everybody screamin yeahhh
n*gga now u know me shut the f*ck up
drillaz with me guyz with me and the cobi
f*ck you tobi wanna end up braindead (dead)
you f*ckin fool parents told ya never skip the school
i broke the rules
now i’m goin old school still with bratts
doin sh*t like mobz, cash in pocks ain’t no trash
then i dashed, bro got busted
and he told me to be a crackhead
i never trusted
now i’m jumping on the scene
hop in crowd scream and freestyle
fans know me, fam know me
stoned as h*ll at the police station
then i improved my creation
sh*t right now issa bratty nation
don’t be a recist
just buy mercedes or buy a sedan
movin on the stage like i’m satan
f*ck this red b*st*rd i’m prayin to the lord
pull up on you in the ford
let’s change the flow real quick
i’m a rockstar your b*tch is suckin d*ck
look like a duck, i’m f*ckin her right now
you can hear quack quack
[chorous]
h*how many opss are dead
he just passed out i done got dreads
gyals clottin up my ting
high iqs they call me braindead (braindead)
workin hard fam got this bread
earnin, trappin young louis b started rappin
makin moves, 12 on me i’m runnin’
blow his mind now he’s a braindead (yeah he a braindead, dead, dead)

[verse 3]
who’s dead, who’s dead (dead)
we had mandem just beggin for bread (bread)
we saw guy beatin man until he’s dead (dead)
so f*ck you talk bout just get out my face
come back to your base don’t f*ck with us
you gon’ end up braindead
fist like a bread when i punch you
k!ll a fool if i have to
shoutout bruce how about you
shootout issa daily ting just bring your stab cuz
don’t come round my hood
cuz you gon die bruv
yeah yeah
braindead, yeah fool a braindead dead dead

- louis bratt lyrics

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