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lirik lagu make houston based again – ​brodiebased

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[intro: brodiebased]
me and tenkay bring that based sh*t back to h*town
throw your h’s up, you get shot, you throw that h down
me and tenkay bring that based sh*t back to h*town
throw your h’s up, you get shot, you throw that h down

[verse 1: brodiebased]
riding around the city, b*tch, i look like major payne
hop outside the whip, i’m balling, just cosign me to the game
i put pearls around my d*ck, ’cause this big gold like johnny dang
like a bike that just got stolen, me and tenkay off the chain
b*tch, [?] out the way, them boys don’t like to play
b*tch, in the h making noise, ’cause we get rowdy everyday
me and tenkay off the syrup, acid souljah off the acid
me and tenkay, acid souljah get together, it’s a classic
i’m a money maker, b*tch taker, b*tch mob diva
every time i see the money, running down just like a cheetah
walk inside this b*tch, we gon’ get it kraken like an octopus
[?] than a b*tch, don’t care how many shots i took
[?] off the rope, brodie leave these hoes soaked
when i put my d*ck inside her mouth, i guarantee she chokes
selling work around the school, i had the white boys doing blow
you need directions in the h? i know exactly where to go
bust a left on [?], don’t go down to eighties, they be taxing
i’m the main attraction, hoes on my d*ck because the fashion
your b*tch body look like plastic, trying to do a n*gga tragic
i’m always on the tv, i’m the channel [?]
tenkay taught ya how to cook, well, i’ma teach you how to flex
get to cooking like acid, h*town classic, cooking like acid, h*town classic
get to cooking like acid, h*town classic
do i love her? not at all, i stack my money tall
she like the way i taste, i put my d*ck inside her jaws
running to that money, little b*tch, you better crawl
if you ain’t from the h, but want to link, h*ll naw
[verse 2: tenkay]
ayy, you tripping, b*tch, they say tenkay broke as sh*t
i could probably buy your b*tch, ’cause i run up the digits quick
i’m 5’10, but standing on my money, i’m like 7’6
i can’t go out like rich the kid, boy, i’ma live forever rich
i’m being rich forever, it’s cold out, let me change the weather
grab my grey barretta, eat your block up, aiming for whatever
i listened to that diss, whatever, when did tenkay miss? never
in houston, boy, i’m good wherever, that’s why the h my favorite letter
arms like i don’t got no sweater, texas [?] i was better
i’ll pop trunk on a maricón if he step too deep in my zone
we still based in 2024, suck my d*ck for 2024
still ride around with that forty four, but i [?]
bad b*tch from the north side, get a n*gga set up in acres home
i tell her hit your phone and me and brodie catch you all alone
my white ho’ look like emma stone, my black ho’ look like keke palmer
this ain’t twisted tea, this [?] with a serpent and not a color darker
she like for my light skin, pull my d*ck out, it’s a tone darker
champagne popper, champagne sparker
i’ma get your b*tch wet just like ozarka
n*gga, she be f*cking me like we came from [?]
[?] yesterday and we getting [?] tomorrow
walk up in this b*tch, i’m looking n*ggarish, i’m looking proper

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