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letra de voices - brianrapz

intro)
yeah, man
these voices in my head
they won’t f-ckin’ get out
smoke a cigarette, relapse, whatever, i don’t know, man
just a f-ckin’ white boy who wants to be a rapper, b-tch
i don’t know, man, uh. just listen to the f-ckin’ music

(verse 1)

these f-ckin’ voices, d-mn, these choices
i’ma only pick one, ‘cause i ain’t got a rolls-royce, b-tch
and homie, i’m not your motherf-ckin’ average white boy
so many people wanna start a f-ckin’ fight, boy
oh, come on, brian, just light the d-mn cig, boy
f-ck no, b-tch, i ain’t yo f-ckin’ toy
i’ma get my f-ckin’ rap troops to deploy
gon’ bomb yo ass in the f-ckin’ street, boy
there’s blood in thе grass and yo feet, boy
you think chicks wanna eat yo meat like porkloin?
nah, b-tch, you too bland, you need somе la choy
to go with your rice and seaweed grass
and i also broke the d-mn f-ckin’ glass
went inside there and f-ckin’ whooped yo ass
yeah, man, this f-ckin’ sh-t is rap
oh, brian, stop ignoring, she’ll never love you back
shut the f-ck up, f-g, before i f-ckin’ whoop yo ass
with a gun or a mag, 16, i just broke his f-ckin’ spleen
(it was just an accident)
i just motherf-ckin’ crushed his f-ckin’ dreams
but he deserved it, ‘cause he never f-ckin’ stopped
sayin’ dumb f-ckin’ sh-t like, “she’ll never love you, b-tch,”
but guess what, man, i f-ckin’ get it
so stop sayin’ i’m throwin’ a fit
when you be the one who’s suckin’ my d-ck
(hook) x2

these voices go la-la-la
smoke that like za-za-za
f-ck her in the ass like na-na-na
it’s brian f-cking brys like la-la-la
these voices go la-la-la
smoke that like za-za-za
f-ck her in the ass like na-na-na
it’s brian f-cking brys like la-la-la

(verse 2)

you call me a f-ckin’ boy, b-tch, you pr-ck, go suck a f-ckin’ fat bag of d-mn d-cks
you pr-ck, you b-tch, you f-ckin’ stupid piece of sh-t, is that it? no, it’s f-ckin’ not, you stupid d-ck
are you a f-ckin’ c-ck sucker who f-ckin’ sucks c-ck?
well, i have a mind full of f-ckin’ d-mn bad thoughts
not, not like that, b-tch, are you a motherf-ckin’ bot?
i’d never think of that, not even in a locked room
or even when i’m d-mn entombed
all you f-ckin’ do is say, “more lube.”
my voices say, “brian, get new shoes,”
even though i already got the f-ckin’ hey dudes
i just bought ‘em this d-mn f-ckin’ afternoon
yeah, b-tch, i make all the ladies swoon
even whenever i’m just a motherf-ckin’ gloom
y, b-tch, who just raps and sh-t
they still like me even if i rap my bit
‘cause they don’t give a sh-t ‘bout my fit
i could be wearing a gold chain, and they wouldn’t even fret ‘n’ sh-t
(hook) x2

- brianrapz

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