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confident - bris lyrics

(sp*ceonthebeat)
(aye, aye, n*ggas from the [?])
[chorus]
ridin’ with your b*tch getting lit, behind tint
n*ggas can’t see up in this whip this is five percent
gotta keep a stick its only right, and its common sense
bet you imma blow before i go i’m feeling confident
big glocks, fat poles, and it spit movies
[?] just did a hit through suckaside and a b*tch [?]
baby glock with switch, this a lil uzi
imma take [?] out a groupie, i dont l!ck coochie
[verse]
this glock full of rounds, it got a beer belly
with this b*tch get out, before it jam i let it smear jelly
my life a scary movie, i never feared fully
watch out for them b*tches, cause hoes tell like they nеar [?]
all that playin with the gang, you playing with hot water
i need to stop doing b*tches dirty, causе i got daughters
i could get a n*gga gone, im a shot caller
i can’t tuck my tail i won’t tell i’m a rottweiler
in that kitchen, in that pot, makin rice*a*roni
you won’t put your line on the suckas, but wanna fight the homies
tryna make it out the struggle i don’t like bologna
when i get that check, you gon know, cause imma buy a rollie
bring that chicken to the table like an appetizer
in the club sippin rose like its apple cider
i could prolly spark this blunt if you pass the lighter
how the f*ck is n*ggas true story you the average liar
[chorus]
ridin’ with your b*tch getting lit, behind tint
n*ggas can’t see up in this whip this is five percent
gotta keep a stick its only right, and its common sense
bet you imma blow before i go i’m feeling confident
big glocks, fat poles, and it spit movies
[?] just did a hit through suckaside and a b*tch [?]
baby glock with switch, this a lil uzi
imma take [?] out a groupie, i dont l!ck coochie
[verse]
get him out the game with a flagrant foul
really from the hood, its a blessing just to make it out
i gotta buss this hammer if i take it out
them n*ggas k!lled the homies, ain’t no way i take a safer route
married to the game, and the team, i need another ring
this fat 40. come with a beam look like b*tterbean
i be in the pie whippin b*ttercream
before i left the scene, [?] i heard your brother scream
i was in the trap wrappin packs when i couldn’t rap
ain’t no lookin back i’m juggin sacks, i was cookin crack
i can’t tell em no they on go thats how my shooters act
they knockin at my door, i grab my pole and be like who is that?
for some reason, aye, i gotta stomach ache
it prolly hurt from poppin all these perks, or running to the cake
i be up early, road runnin, you be runnin late
i’m a big ape, you a snake, that just love to hate
[chorus]
ridin’ with your b*tch getting lit, behind tint
n*ggas can’t see up in this whip this is five percent
gotta keep a stick its only right, and its common sense
bet you imma blow before i go i’m feeling confident
big glocks, fat poles, and it spit movies
[?] just did a hit through suckaside and a b*tch [?]
baby glock with switch, this a lil uzi
imma take [?] out a groupie, i dont l!ck coochie

- bris lyrics

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