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letra de homage - brxckin

[intro]
ay, hold on
n-gga what?
trim timing
we on that
bricktastic

[verse]
ain’t osama but i’m making plans
we finna fly right up to j-pan
you getting checks, but lil’ n-gga i’m getting bands
popped me a t, before we go land
i don’t want to talk to a b-tch, i can’t stand
he tried to run off but we popped his ass then
we hitting his b-tch, while he popping them xans
bricktastic season, lil n-gga, you know what i’m on
i got this lil’ b-tch trying to hit up my phone
she been sucking d-ck, you know that she gone
i know i ain’t wrong
she f-cking with n-ggas, she f-cking with b-tches
we giving toe tags to them motherf-cking snitches
we running him down in these motherf-cking britches
we shoot in the air and we watch how he twitches
n-gga comе on, just watch how i flow
we throw his ass down just like tony romo
she askеd me to f-ck, man, i told her h-ll no
i can’t wife a b-tch, especially a ho
she asked me to stay, i told the b-tch “go”
they tried to hang with me, b-tch n-gga, h-ll no
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga, what you on
if he play with me, man we get him gone
these n-ggas be snakes, boy get the f-ck on
n-gga claim that he real, but that n-gga wrong
that b-tch was a ho, but she was my sl-t
she kissing them n-ggas, lips filled with my nut
hit her from the back then i f-ck up her b-tt
she know that she feel it, i’m all in her gut
my d-ck in her face, she feeling the nut
i hate all you n-ggas, can’t f-ck with a b-tch
man, how the f-ck you tell, lil n-gga you snitch
man, we on the road, we finna get rich
that boy run in place, lil’ boy in a glitch
i feel like ben 10, got that omnitrix
she think i’m a fool, can’t fall for your tricks
if i pull out that pole, i know i won’t miss
we left his ass bleeding, threw him in a ditch
chilling at the crib, eating on that ramen
i don’t give a f-ck boy, i’m not paying homage
he acting real weird, get the f-ck from round me
we blew that sh-t up like osama bin laden
i’m toting that stick, shooting from the comets
don’t give a f-ck, n-gga, bout your comments
we shoot that stick, n-gga, like a rocket
i’m toting that stick, shooting from the comets
[outro]
i’m toting the stick, shooting from the comets, n-gga
shooting from the comets n-gga
i’m trim as f-ck n-gga
real brick sh-t
first class too
your turn n-gga

- brxckin

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