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lirik lagu nash n dirk – brezden

[intro]
marc boomin, this you?
enrgy made this one

[verse: brezden & babytron]
d*mn, i’m in the lab like i’m workin’ out with chris brickley
rick owens, i just got them hoes for six*fifty
i know you mad ’cause your b*tch look like miss piggy
i’m in the d livin’ life, so my ‘fit crispy
transformin’ in that ‘maro, sam witwicky
had to pick the rap up, the scams get risky
you ain’t never had the clerk bag six giffies
i ain’t never trap, but i got a half a brick with me
thinkin’ you can get with me? you off crack and percs
me and babytron in this b*tch, we like nash and dirk
i was too geeked, couldn’t talk, had to scratch the verse
reachin’ for a chain and we gon’ put him in the grass and dirt
you ain’t a robber, at the most, probably sn*tch a purse
we gon’ go to neimans for the jeans then hit saks for shirts
you would never win, first to leave and the last to work
on our way to mars, we done checked off planet earth
we might go to neptune, mars, gotta do the dash
talkin’ so much sh*t that we just made the computer crash
but it’s back up and we talkin’ sh*t again
white boy, i be catchin’ plays, brian finneran
‘xotic got me chokin’ like a teaspoon of cinnamon
this the murder mitten, gotta keep tool in michigan
live what you preach or i’ma think you a hypocrite
unless you talkin’ pape’, i’ma think you illiterate
my b*tch eat it up, she get messy like she scribblin’
knew her b*tt fake, but still f*cked, i’m a gremlin
ty to trap me, keep a jimmy, still dribblin’
walk the beat down, just like some motherf*ckin’ timberlands
we let them boys do the startin’, we do finishin’
so much quagen in the room, might pour it out and swim in it
bein’ broke a joke, funny guy, why you gigglin’?
i can’t even f*ck your b*tch for real ’cause she keep wigglin’
came and i was wiggle, but the b*tch still ate me up
i be shot*blockin’, i won’t let a b*tch lay me up
oh, you think that you can f*ck with me? you a crazy f*ck
out*of*town hibachi, for a plate, pay eighty bucks
juice plug, drink me up, ‘za man, wake me up
life is a dream and i don’t think y’all can wake me up
hoes crazy, how this b*tch tryna make me f*ck?
i can’t bring lil’ cuddy out the crib, he love janky stuff
i be lockin’ sh*t like kawhi, you can’t shake me up
za to the motherf*ckin’ za finna take me up
i’ma touch a m, call my granny and say, “we up”
first team, all nba, i’m like shai or somethin’
get off your ass and go and hustle, lil’ lazy b*tt
yeah, i got my change up, but didn’t let it change me up
last drive of the game, yeah, i’m brady clutch
we’ll put your whole family in the box, brady bunch
but it’s f*ck tom brady, i’m a falcons fan
look in granny crib, you gon’ find a couple pounds and pans
if they find the striker, sh*t, it’s probably alcatraz
temple and above, guarantee my shooter scalp his ass
i be talkin’ sh*t like, “f*ck a beat, i should have battle rap”
real cash cow, i swear, i’m finna bring the cattle back
actin’ like a k!ller, only got a stripe on battle pass
trx, it got so many horses, where the saddle at?
puttin’ belt to ass, i think i’m finna bring the paddle back
super skinny, lookin’ like the f*cker from the apple jack
stop playin’ with me, arp up in the satchel bag
slidin’ down this block, you risk your life, do not gamble that
[?] my satch, i’m pitchin’ plays like i’m satchel paige
talkin’ big sh*t like meek mill when he had the braids
let’s see how fly i get and hope that i land the plane
me and brez blew ’em out the water, sh*t, that’s the game

- brezden

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