melancholy - yung brownie lyrics
[intro: shinigami]
(it’s me, i’m n*ggas) ayy, shinigami sh*t
[verse 1: shinigami]
big lip bro got dimmer than a nimrod
don’t touch me, i feel just like god (yuh)
you n*ggas fake, give up that facade
hit you with a crowbar, juts like todd
you n*ggas broke, i’m rockin’ [?] (yuh)
sneak to you n*ggas, i invisible
smokin’ on your parents, that sh*t’s medicinal (wow)
f*ck with the crew, we make you miserable
hit you hard, just like a bass
ain’t givin’ top, f*ck up my face
it’d show you can send you to sp*ce
i got a side piece just in case
let me drop the bow, makin’ n*ggas crow
feelin’ like i’m pennywise, gonna make you float
don’t mess with us inside, we are the g.o.a.t’s
you n*ggas ain’t rich, you’re still takin’ notes
puff out my chest just likе a gorilla
i like my b*tches with some vanilla
i friеnd it up, not hittin’ it raw
don’t wanna be with you, you are just filler
hit it again, it’s creepy
you know that i leave him busy
take him where the fish be
then i toss him like a frisbee (b*tch*ass n*gga)
i can see that your ass gonna need bifocals (ayy, ha*ha*ha)
b*tch, i’ll stomp on you like colossal
n*ggas be chance, stop actin’ docile (yuh)
get your ass, you learn how to scuffle (yeah)
i mess up, but i’m on revenant
we on the come up, that’s the development (oh sh*t)
better than you, that is our testament
worst one to put in, that means it’s evident (facts)
smash him in the head, lovin’ all the red
lay layin’ down, gotta put your ass to bed
bro said he bottom, but he shoulda fled
n*gga brought money, shoulda had my bread (uh)
[interlude]
go crazy, n*gga
talk your sh*t
let these n*ggas know
febreze
[verse 2: shinigami]
f*ck on your b*tch just like i’m freddy
just cut him open, look like spaghetti
hit him in his eye, leave him like fetty
chopped off his legs with two machetes
that n*gga’s body is way too heavy
that’s what he get for talkin’ too crazy
gonna make him missing just like gary
never be lackin’, gotta stay ready
shorty think she bad, but she ain’t barbie six
i’m big ballin’, don’t play for the nicks
in love with your girl ’cause she got the puffy lips (ayy)
you ain’t gangster, you ain’t with the grips
you n*gga sweet like skittles (baow)
go home, i’m givin’ you early dismissal
we got you cornered, you’re in a pickle
eating you up just like you’re kibbles
droppin’ in artist, me you kentucky
play with me, you’ll be hangin’ from a tree
play with the fire, get burns, third*degree
tie you up, leave you stranded at sea
n*ggas wide open, read ’em like a book
please stop writin’, learn how to cook
in a cause with your mom, had that n*gga really shook
you n*ggas funny, had me laughin’ like brook
don’t care, n*gga, go get blasted
still in school, go to your classes
think you’re special, yeah, you are molasses (ayy)
n*ggas be trippin’, they be on acid
i am that n*gga, gas canadian
[?] todd is the best weed, that’s fascinating
go to the bridges, gravitating
leave why these white n*ggas ain’t capacitated
diamonds drip on me, water
you n*ggas zombies, treat you like a walker
got this white, i mean no walter
not gettin’ married, leave her at the altar
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