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homage - brxckin lyrics

[intro]
ay, hold on
n*gga what?
trim timing
we on that
bricktastic

[verse]
ain’t osama but i’m making plans
we finna fly right up to j*pan
you getting checks, but lil’ n*gga i’m getting bands
popped me a t, before we go land
i don’t want to talk to a b*tch, i can’t stand
he tried to run off but we popped his ass then
we hitting his b*tch, while he popping them xans
bricktastic season, lil n*gga, you know what i’m on
i got this lil’ b*tch trying to hit up my phone
she been sucking d*ck, you know that she gone
i know i ain’t wrong
she f*cking with n*ggas, she f*cking with b*tches
we giving toe tags to them motherf*cking snitches
we running him down in these motherf*cking britches
we shoot in the air and we watch how he twitches
n*gga comе on, just watch how i flow
we throw his ass down just like tony romo
she askеd me to f*ck, man, i told her h*ll no
i can’t wife a b*tch, especially a ho
she asked me to stay, i told the b*tch “go”
they tried to hang with me, b*tch n*gga, h*ll no
i don’t give a f*ck n*gga, what you on
if he play with me, man we get him gone
these n*ggas be snakes, boy get the f*ck on
n*gga claim that he real, but that n*gga wrong
that b*tch was a ho, but she was my sl*t
she kissing them n*ggas, lips filled with my nut
hit her from the back then i f*ck up her b*tt
she know that she feel it, i’m all in her gut
my d*ck in her face, she feeling the nut
i hate all you n*ggas, can’t f*ck with a b*tch
man, how the f*ck you tell, lil n*gga you snitch
man, we on the road, we finna get rich
that boy run in place, lil’ boy in a glitch
i feel like ben 10, got that omnitrix
she think i’m a fool, can’t fall for your tricks
if i pull out that pole, i know i won’t miss
we left his ass bleeding, threw him in a ditch
chilling at the crib, eating on that ramen
i don’t give a f*ck boy, i’m not paying homage
he acting real weird, get the f*ck from round me
we blew that sh*t up like osama bin laden
i’m toting that stick, shooting from the comets
don’t give a f*ck, n*gga, bout your comments
we shoot that stick, n*gga, like a rocket
i’m toting that stick, shooting from the comets
[outro]
i’m toting the stick, shooting from the comets, n*gga
shooting from the comets n*gga
i’m trim as f*ck n*gga
real brick sh*t
first class too
your turn n*gga

- brxckin lyrics

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