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letra de me important - bris

[chorus]
i get that re-up, hit my plug, and go and buy it all
poppin’ percs like they tylenol
enough bricks in this trap to make a china wall
i’ve been savin’ for a rollie, cause it’s time to ball
i’m ‘lil bris, when they see me, they be stale face
you look like a attorney beat the sh-ll case
i’ve been runnin’ to a bag, and it’s a snail race
felt like a iphone in that cell, tryna jail break

[verse 1]
metal hangin’ out, like a door kn-b
we don’t f-ck with you, cause you support opps
we gone ring his bell, let that torch knock
free my n-ggas out that pen, they got that door locked
got mе on this gps, hoe i’m like “f-ck parole”
i invеnt the sucka code, he did a sucka roll
all that drivin’ h-lla weird, got us clutchin pole
yea, you’ll probably get a pass if you f-ck wit’ bro
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no shoes when these k swish
duck load, you see that drake lift, aye
face shot, he caught a face lift
i ain’t been on vacation but i take trips, aye
‘lil bris, they say ‘me important’
at yo’ door in all black, like you meet a mormon
she thought that i was ballin’ when she seen the jordans
pull up and make you duck like that team in oregon
[chorus]
i get that re-up, hit my plug, and go and buy it all
poppin’ percs like they tylenol
enough bricks in this trap to make a china wall
i’ve been savin’ for a rollie, cause it’s time to ball
i’m ‘lil bris, when they see me, they be stale face
you look like a attorney beat the sh-ll case
i’ve been runnin’ to a bag, and it’s a snail race
felt like a iphone in that cell, tryna jail break

[verse 2]
aye, i get the work for cheap, my name is coupon
catch me on top of cheese, like it’s [???]
call me heart break king, i feel like [???]
this choppa sit you down, and fold up just like a [???]
aye, why is n-ggas havin’ trouble findin’ me?
i need that rollie cause it’s time to eat
squeeze my cuttie, i ain’t ’bout it b
it ain’t no show, i blow this pole and you duck dynasty, they wolfin’ on me
can yall stop yappin’ gums
i’m really from the slums, where n-ggas pack a drum
cause i remember times when not havin’ none
shootie young gone be surprised if he have a gun
gangsters move in silence, so i don’t talk much
i had to get that bag, and go and boss up
we ain’t gonna do that internet, we gone off blood
if we catch a sucka, put a hole in one, with this soft clutch
[chorus]
i need get re-up, hit my plug, and go and buy it all
poppin’ percs like they tylenol
enough bricks in this trap to make a china wall
i’ve been savin’ for a rollie, cause it’s time to ball
i’m ‘lil bris, when they see me, they be stale face
you look like a attorney beat the sh-ll case
i’ve been runnin’ to a bag, and it’s a snail race
felt like a iphone in that cell, tryna jail break

- bris

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