letra de madison square - brezden
[intro]
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haha, we back with another one
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listen
[verse]
b-tch, i be fresh half to death, had cpr
as a baby, put a waffle in a dvr
i just hit a bad b-tch, look like a tv star
i come off the hair smooth like i’m tk barb’
gut my guard, then i throw that b-tch in the garbage
like i’m off the world honey, boy, my sh-t is the hardest
want some gas? i’ma tax, i ain’t givin’ a bargain
i can’t wait to sell a show and talk my sh-t in the garden
d-mn! talkin’ ’bout madison square
i heard they be talkin’ ’bout me, but i haven’t a care
yo’ b-tch like to talk a lot when i be grabbin’ her hair
heard he say he couldn’t stand me, someone grab him a chair
d-mn, he ain’t on my level, someone get him a stool
talk my sh-t like i’m skippin’, i was skippin’ in school
b-tch, i still wouldn’t miss if i was missin’ my boots
my ph off on funky like i’m missin’ my fruits
givin’ ’em juice, feelin’ like i might be jordan
givin’ ’em nukes, so many hits i might be yordan
tell you the truth, i heard his sh-t, he might be snortin’
skretch a b-tch off my bucket list, i might be morgan
d-mn! mean a old guy with gray hair
i’m tom brady, baby, why the f-ck would i play fair?
packin’ rappers up like a ride at the state fair
i told the b-tch i got a disease, so i can’t [count?]
d-mn! ballin’ hard with my twin like ausar and amen
put a ‘gar in the wind, i’ma keep smokin’
with the wolves like i’m flint, hurt her back like she bend
i come off the head smooth like i’m keith bogus
he’s bogus, b-tch, he’s bogus
that white boy get to the bucks like he’s [?]
it’s like i’m tryna paint the p-ssy, i keep strokin’
he westbrook, he tryna shoot and the sh-t’s broken
aha, more bricks than pablo
yo’ b-tch at my crib, i’ma split her, tiago
that white boy hittin’, b-tch, i’m somethin’ like drago
before i die, gotta make the mountain, i’m top four
haha, b-tch, i’m talkin’ ’bout rushmore
yo’ b-tch hit my phone, say she think we should f-ck more
you could learn a lot, open ears and hush more
was watchin’ chris johnson way back when he rushed four
like two thousand yards, and shawty got me bricked up like two pounds of harv’
i get high as f-ck, i’m rollin’ two ounce of ‘gars
and if you hearin’ this song, then you found a star
ahaha, the big dipper, baby, the lit ripper
handshake p-ssy, she give me that d-ck gripper
two b-tches from the a and they switchin’, i’m big chipper
quicker picker up, she be squirtin’, yo’ b-tch swifter
spliff of cherry, that’s that dosey-dose
this sh-t be comin’ off the head, i ain’t wrote these notes
overdose, ’cause shooter take it coast-to-coast
i’m close to dope, could really make ’em overdose
“bro’s the g.o.a.t,” they type it in my comment section
poor and broke, was eatin’ on that ramen and stressin’
blowin’ smoke, he mad he seen his mom been testin’
brezden, class dismissed, let me end my session
[outro]
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