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Bernard Andrew Brown
Bernard Andrew Brown
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Uh, you niggas could never Joe me I tried to put you on, same niggas that still owe me Clear ya debts, nigga, you ain't playin' right, get ya left, nigga Pushin' weight just to flex, nigga Just landed out the country, pull the ramp up Passport stamped up, her pussy gettin' damped up (woo) You should get out more, boy, ya skin pale It's a hunnid on this island, heavy ice, sippin' Regal Seafood scampi, toes all sandy If I ever go broke, the bakin' soda in the pantry VS on the gold, the shit fancy Get dress and let's roll, here go ya panties Uh, I let you gossip while I'm city hoppin' It was value city, now I'm Fendi shoppin' You ain't go and get it, boy, you talkin' fake Bag full of blues in the mountains, and we talkin' plates Do the dishes if you ate that The powder come clean, the next best thing since Ajax You sellin' muscle, fuckin' up the hustle I was servin' grease ashy knuckles stood in rain puddles Now it's Turks and Caic's, lemon water while I'm eatin' muscles Readin' glasses with the linen lay Colorado chillin' watchin' Bizzy play Way back then I did like 10 a day Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' me I really moved snow without a shovel with me Flow boilin', need a kettle with me Everybody shootin', got them felons with me Name another nigga do it better than me Uh, yellow bitch but her hair darkened Soft leather yellow stitches on the doc' martins If we ain't talkin' bread, nigga, what we talkin'? Uh, I'm walkin' Venice with my flops on My life a movie, you can watch it eatin' popcorn Uh, the car clean but I'm ridin' dirty The youngin 18 but he poppin' 30s Ballin' on these niggas, I should rock a Jersey Lace my pippins up, pull up in a bigger truck She smack it on her face, spit on it, then she sup it up You back to back callin', she ain't pickin' up I left her at the Hilton, you can pick her up Uh, I'm pushin' 40 but the flow glory Seven rings on, feel like Robert Horry Layin' on the beach eatin' calamari In the middle of the trenches rockin' all my jewelry This my kitchen, turn the flame up Still cookin' cane, I'm back to fuck the game up
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