letra de brutal honesty freestyle - drummysrevenge
[chorus]
i’m only 14…
but i’m finna be rich when i’m 16!
he think he cold, pneumonia, i give him a big beam!
i’m on the block doin’ big things!
i’m on the road with the felons
said he gon’ run up, that lil’ n-gga fell in
they call me osama ’cause i got the weapons
you lil’ n-ggas tellin’, he run up, get shot in his melon!
uh…
[verse]
they call me tony, i’m feelin’ like sito
i was locked up, n-gga, eatin’ fritos
yeah, we can work, n-gga, it ain’t free though…
this ho wanna work, b-tch, give me the booty!
i’m in the loop, n-gga, feelin’ fruity!
he say he a goon, that lil’ n-gga fruity!
mexican plug, i call his ass roody!!!
i’m in the trap and i’m smellin’ like odor
b-tch, i ain’t change, i’m just getting older…
he got a quart of lean in his soda
yo, pour that sh-t out, n-gga, you ain’t high! (hahaha)
shoot up his crib, sound like 4th of july
i’m in the booth like voilà
i’m totin’ these sticks but why would i lie?
i’m on the beat and i don’t even try!
[chorus]
i’m only 14…
but i’m finna be rich when i’m 16!
he think he cold, pneumonia, i give him a big beam!
i’m on the block doin’ big things!
i’m on the road with the felons
said he gon’ run up, that lil’ n-gga fell in
they call me osama ’cause i got the weapons
you lil’ n-ggas tellin’, he run up, get shot in his melon!
uh…
[outro]
i’m only 14…
but i’m finna be rich when i’m 16!
he think he cold, pneumonia, i give him a big beam!
i’m on the block doin’ big things!
i’m on the road with the felons
said he gon’ run up, that lil’ n-gga fell in
they call me osama ’cause i got the weapons
you lil’ n-ggas tellin’, he run up, get shot in his melon!
uh…
they call me tony, i’m feelin’ like sito
i was locked up, n-gga, eatin’ fritos
yeah, we can work, n-gga, it ain’t free though…
this ho wanna work, b-tch, give me the booty!
i’m in the loop, n-gga, feelin’ fruity!
he say he a goon, that lil’ n-gga fruity!
mexican plug, i call his ass roody!!!
i’m in the trap and i’m smellin’ like odor
b-tch, i ain’t change, i’m just getting older…
he got a quart of lean in his soda
yo, pour that sh-t out, n-gga, you ain’t high! (hahaha)
shoot up his crib, sound like 4th of july
i’m in the booth li-
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