letra de take it there - briii
[intro]
hey
it’s briii with the three i’s
hold up, i don’t know the f-ck you on
broke-ass b-tch, got your lip filler on groupon
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two-tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b-tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b-tches with the sh-ts, jump a b-tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
[verse 1]
that b-tch ain’t poppin’, she just poppin’ percs
i just pull up in a wraith, my opps pull up in a he-rs-
ten bands, twenty bands, that’s a new pursе
ten bricks, twenty bricks, b-tch, i trap work
put a f-ckboy in the ground, now hе joe dirt
watch your tone when you talk to me, b-tch, you get slapped up
you can get shot like a movie if you act up
aim the chopper at your gut, give a ho a tummy tuck
[pre-chorus]
loudest in the room, but i move in silence
you’s a scary ho, you don’t resort to violence
you’s a broke b-tch, i’m on resorts in islands
come get your man, b-tch, he in my dms wildin’
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two-tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b-tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b-tches with the sh-ts, jump a b-tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
[verse 2]
my money taller, i got height now
all these basic b-tches pipe down
on my d-ck like dyk-s now
these b-tches sleepin’ on briii, think they need a nightgown
b-tches think they want smoke, tell ’em i’m sending shots now
been rushin’ to the money, i’m not talkin’ moscow
tell him that this p-ssy wet, he gon’ bring the mops out
don’t make my hitters shoot your block down and bring the cops out
we don’t do no drive-bys, all my hitters hop out
[pre-chorus]
loudest in the room, but i move in silence
you’s a scary ho, you don’t resort to violence
you’s a broke b-tch, i’m on resorts in islands
come get your man, b-tch, he in my dms wildin’
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two-tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b-tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b-tches with the sh-ts, jump a b-tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
letras aleatórias
- letra de incomparável - lila trentini
- letra de fresh out of love - e^st
- letra de honey - floky
- letra de the witch that could not be burned - blackbird & crow
- letra de gon’ be ok (feat. the dnc) - miss amani
- letra de bipolar - young sambito
- letra de 8am at 88 radio (interlude) - naturally trash
- letra de we need infinity - xxxtentacion
- letra de j’crache mes as - alkpote
- letra de spalding - wave montega