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pennicilin - brennan jones lyrics

[intro]
(hahaha)
yeah

[chorus]
yeah, yeah
pull up blastin’ my music, i do what the f*ck i want
i got my lil’ ho dripped the f*ck out, i put her in yves saint laurent (yves saint laurent)
i got lots of clothes, lots of clothes, i love to flaunt (b*tch)
i got lots of hoes, lots of hoes, pick one you want, yeah (yeah)
they like, “brennan jones, i ain’t know you was on top”
they like, “how i get this guap? how i get this guap?” (let’s go)
i told ’em, “you just gotta keep on grinding, don’t worry about these people”
i’m in l.a., in the hills, with my desert eagle (yeah, yeah)
i told my b*tch, “please stop irkin’ me, don’t care ’bout yo’ feelings”
we at the show and we servin’ sh*t, finna break the ceiling (what)
servin’ my music like d*mn crack, yeah (yeah)
finna take that flight to florida, think they need me back, yeah, yeah (okay)
f*ck all these fake friends, they gonna stab my back, yeah (gonna stab my back)
when you down bad, don’t hit me up for a stack, yeah (don’t do it)

[verse]
f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch from the back, f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch from the back, no cap, yeah (f*ckin’ that b*tch)
i’m really running these racks, i’m really running these racks, no cap, yeah
i fell in love with the feeling, i fell in love with the feeling, the penicillin (ha)
i’m serving yo’ b*tch p*n*s, i’m serving yo’ b*tch d*ck, for lunch and dinner (no cap)
you ain’t think i was winning, you ain’t think i was gon’ get my money bigger (i did, b*tch)
i’m in a four by four, pull up my smith &’, you know my finger itchin’ (let’s go)
yo’ b*tch is a gnat, come get that ho out my mentions (come get that b*tch)
back in school, i got detention (yeah), i never learned my lesson (h*ll no)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
yeah, yeah
pull up blastin’ my music, i do what the f*ck i want
i got my lil’ ho dripped the f*ck out, i put her in yves saint laurent
i got lots of clothes, lots of clothes, i love to flaunt
i got lots of hoes, lots of hoes, pick one you want, yeah
they like, “brennan jones, i ain’t know you was on top”
they like, “how i get this guap? how i get this guap?”
i told ’em, “you just gotta keep on grinding, don’t worry about these people”
i’m in l.a., in the hills, with my desert eagle
i told my b*tch, “please stop irkin’ me, don’t care ’bout yo’ feelings”
we at the show and we servin’ sh*t, finna break the ceiling
servin’ my music like d*mn crack, yeah
finna take that flight to florida, think they need me back, yeah (yeah)
f*ck all these fake friends, they gonna stab my back, yeah
when you down bad, don’t hit me up for a stack, yeah

- brennan jones lyrics

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