ILLFIGHTYOU - BROOKLYN | Текст песни

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[Verse 2: Khris P.]
Like a Bed-Stuy legend, I run it
Bet I wreck it and rummage, keep it coming
My condolences to yo bitch, yeah (Drop that ass)
Pussy plunder she push me until I pull up on all you niggas point blank parrot
Time of the month, cunt (Sandlot)
Catching bodies
Hock loogies ain’t worth my snot
I brought sand to the beach, what up to the Lot
Miscreants, misdemeanors, Mickeys by the liter
Throwing back like Mitchell & Ness, ain’t nothing creepy
Cuz everywhere I go, it’s like TBS
An eye on me, I-Double L F you to the rest
Who watching me? Eyes out they shell
Blew up to the set, pull em off and throw em cross the room so you can see what’s next
My fault I’m thinking out loud, I be having these crazy visions, a crystal ball from the cloud
It Was Written, Nastradamus, toking a pound of loud and it’s eerie, nobody listen and uh… look at me now, but uh…
Back to your bitch, we were playing Twister, she very limber (She is)
Limboed under my dick, kissing on my melons (Uh-huh?)
Ignorant, everything we supposed to be
Filthy rich nigga, everything we about to be
Blowing money like it’s nothing, yeah nigga, fuck with me
Counting cash, getting top, tool sitting under me
I’m just a young nigga out'chere hustling, breaking into cash on the money tree, so fuck with me

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