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brillo freestyles on flex | freestyle #067 lyrics
[intro]
yeah! double r! general of everything! flex what’s up!

[verse 1]
back the mac out, he bluffin’
she would have been suck me off but he cuffin’
six a.m. sellin’ dope, eatin’ a m-ffin
got to get the kids to school kinda rushin’
friends turned enemies ain’t nothing new
lot of internet talk, why ain’t nothing flew
file aid the minute they gon’ sue
call cops, turn a plain jane to a sport watch
i used to face price a weight fluctuates
got to pay ’cause of drought i’ll suffocate
when you hit ’em right they can’t resuscitate
sittin’ on money f-ck a case
toast over zucchini
my new born he in buscemi
get the leaves right, then we freezin’ the heemy
no mumbling i feel y’all need clarity
bars like mine in this era is a rarity
i don’t do the shottie ’til my nose get shaved
put a stand up n-gga toes in the grave
dee say chill, they don’t rap like that
and them n-ggas ain’t strapped like that
so i’m trying to dumb down but i really trap like that
and i really be strapped like that
coupe black on black
your t-shirt, put the mac on that
floor of a coffin i had your back on that
if it’s rapped in rap, if it’s beefless beef
you gon’ shoot then shoot, i’m with whatever kind of smoke
only way you can hang is a d-mn rope
dumpin’ a k at him, yelling salaam codes
i’m calm beat cope, wish a n-gga would
barrel at his temple, i’ma hit him good
i don’t want to talk, it time for the shows
f-ck around, i have tide go up in your clothes
all four pockets, let him try to stop it
gun b-tt him back, make him need a rocket
used to go to jail, cell didn’t lock it
n-ggas that can’t hustle always try to knock it
tell ’em get money, we doin’ us
cross paths and we shoot ’em up, shotty pop
tires on a stolen screech off your block
simultaneously your body drop
flex do me a favor hit the bomb b-tton
new york i came here tonight to bomb somethin’
general who big as us
no hate, i’m telling you straight i f-ck a new n-gga up
r-r-radio songs, rest murder
started this chess move up, take it further
drag said “k!ll ’em brill, keep going hard”
rest in peace, swizz send regards
eve’s still bad, lox best three man
x all good, now i’m the new plan
everything lit, n-ggas hear i’m coming
drumming… that’s them n-ggas running
trap house got ’em teary eyed all the onions
i’ma keep bagging, let ’em keep bragging
grab that n-gga full with him, keep stabbing
pull on me, i’m heat grabbing
feet taggin’, foreign a pound in my right
new york, this was ct sound like
peach backwood, haze from crown heights
nope if you are brown rice
yeah! general n-gga

- brillo

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