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damn ma bra - pistol pete & enzo lyrics

[intro: deuce]
this is what deuceing’s all about
you don’t f*ck with deuce

*gunshot*

and we did what we had to do, right?
i mean the motherf*cker was in the way of deuce progress
now he needed to get got

[verse 1]
doin’ s*x in them jd’s
used to get cases with a fake id
yo, we chippin’ in for them drinks there
now it’s private tables you can bel air
still getting off my face (face)
drink like it’s my last day
bottle on bottles till i hit that hay
then it’s back to work the next day
ayy, bounce (bounce), bounce (bounce), lean like i’m on that [?]
lean like i smoke that ounce
lean to the left and right, lad, that’s how i hold it down
b*tch i don’t need no love
we’re with the f*ck, i’m on till it comes
lad we’re vip’s, what’s up?
they line up, we line it up (lah)

[bridge]
(they, they, they) they line it up we line it up
got my [?] in the spot lad we’re gonna run amuck, ayy
(they, they, they) they line up we line it up
said got my [?] in the spot, lad we gonna f*ck it up, agh!

[chorus]
d*mn ma bra (eshay, eshay)
in high school you was the man ma bra
what the f*ck happened to you brother?
i’m still in the town (yeah)
all my [?] around (yeah)
there’s a party in the area, the b*tches are down

i’m saying, d*mn ma bra (f*ckin’ [?])
in high school you was the man ma bra (ayy)
what the f*ck happened to you brother?
i’m still in the town (yeah)
all my [?] around (yeah)
there’s a party in the area, the b*tches are down, i’m sayin’

[verse 2: beezyfromthearea]
(ayy, ayy, ayy) i went from sharing a box in the park to my tn’s up in the corporate box
from looking up to shock all [?]
now call a b*tch to come pour my shots
i’m on lad *gunshot*
f*ckin’ oath, i’m on lad *gunshot*
k!lling competition with my southwest and comrades
they talk bad man doing bad things
they don’t compare to my state
as a matter of fact, don’t even talk if you’ve never faced the magistrate (ah!)
as a matter of fact, don’t even bother, you lads are no candidates (ayy)
my bars fire at the top of the heads, they delay like they landed late

[bridge: beezyfromthearea]
ayy, where i’m from we don’t fear any
that’s a bad mix my mentally with henny
if that’s a bad b*tch that’s the only time i’m friendly
if things switch up and get heavy, f*ckin’ send me
singin’

[verse 3]
they drink up, get horsey and act up
i drink up, keep pouring then rack up b*b*b*b*back up (back up, back up)
scarlett skewy, from a shoey, f*ck the drama
i’m fried with one eye on a bender, futurama
all the these rappers spitting lines like they getting to the cake
brother, i’ve been around the gear, i know when lines are fake
go buy a case, couple straights, bro i’m sipping on the jack, lad
ain’t a day one? then you can’t kick back lad

[outro}
d*mn ma bra (bra, bra, bra)
d*mn ma bra (bra, bra, bra)

oh, do that one again

- pistol pete enzo lyrics

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