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letra de speed - brizzy wes

speed lyrics
[intro: brizzy wes]

spilled the jack all on her, it’s okay i got another bird
liquor talking back to me and said i gotta hit the skrt
lambo uris
get the bodybag better rent the he-rs-
know im goin’ fast, we gon’ f-ckin’ hit the dirt
ima hit the 8-ball, we ain’t talking billiards
call it tripple x cuz i’m feeling ugly in this shirt
you can never boss me, ima turn around and hit the curve
b-tch are you for real? she want me to flip her skirt

[verse 1: brizzy wes]

every time we f-ckin’
we
off the speed
ride the beat
baby, know it’s time to leave
you off the molly off the molly, kinda salty
bad b-tch wanna pack a tommy but shе drive a mase
kawasaki f-cking hit the gas, wе forgot about it
4 door bentley, i don’t give a f-ck about your money
i forgot about the people who never had no time for me
get the f-ck from round’ me, you gave no f-cks i was at the bottom
they was always watching, they just had they doubts about me
know they son gon’ ask him, “who is in that la ferrari?”
holy sh-t that’s brizzy, i remember high school
that boy was a goat and now he poppin’ like a tide do
make em grab the rope cause these lil p-ssy rappers try to
take all of my sauce they wanna be up inside this rolls too
they want dough too, i guess they supposed to
[chorus]

ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, speed
b-tch, i’m ballin light speed

ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, like speed
like speed, like speed

[bridge: brizzy wes]

yeaa, yuhh
look at the way they answer me when i call
copy my wave and they in love with all my sauce
i don’t feel it when they copy all my songs
i be really walking
i be sleep talking
i be b-tch watching
i be lit talking
i been sick, hold up
i be rick walking
love yo b-tch so i
let yo b-tch have it
[verse 2: 214 novmbr]

aye i thought i told em’
it’s the kid from the south, you can not hold him
triple demoted, back the f-ck up before i fold ya
leave you folded, playin’ texas holdem
(aye)
nah for real dawg
all my neck is steel dawg
go for real dawg
we came up for real yea, know you feel us
navy seals on the tour bus
she can find me in the field shooting pills
with a ballerina from bolivia
she sniffing molly off the mirror before i pick me up
can’t take no pictures with yo girly cause i’m on the run
i’m right here ballin in high speeds
won’t stop until my time is uppp

[brizzy

look at my b-tch and we gon’ fall out
look at my wrist and you gon’ fall in love
look at my b-tch and we gon’ fall out
look at my wrist and you gon’ fall in love
[chorus]

ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, speed
b-tch, i’m ballin light speed

ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, speed
ballin, ballin, like speed
like speed, like speed

[outro]

(girl sobbing)

- brizzy wes

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