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letra de mobile alabama violent - honeykomb brazy

[intro]
(d-mn, take, you ’bout to take off)
brazy, brazy
like mobile, alabama violent
motherf-ckin’ violent (mobile, alabama violent)
home of murder and mardi gras (murder and mardi gras, b-tch-ass n-gga)

[verse]
mobile, alabama violent
seem like mcdonald only thing smilin’
seem like the trap the only thing hirin’
seem like them straps the only thing firin’
keep a handgun, shot him somethin’
heard it’s a n-gga tellin’ ’bout it, ’bout it
i was gettin’ phone calls from my partner
said my lil’ brother took a n-gga chopper
you got the robbers tryna rob robbers
you got the whole city tryna finesse
you get your nose wiped tryna flex
all a n-gga ever wanted was a check
drop somethin’, giraffe, step on they neck
no regrets, in his grill like some crest
hardbody, like i don’t understand what you said
boom, go talk to god ’bout it
f-ck ’bout your dead partner
yah, yah, that’s why he dead and gone
he was a roach anyway
i mean in the way, that’s why he got stepped on
i’m smokin’ louder broccoli
i’m lightin’ every time ‘nother rat die
i just get high about it
i’m like why would i cry about it? yeah
i’d rather re-up
but i’d rather ski up
i’m tryna sn-tch the plug out the socket
i never ran, i’d rather get beat up
i’d rather get beat up, that’s how i’m rockin’
roll me a tree up
thinkin’ ’bout all my n-ggas who left me like james harden
tryna take the faith out a n-gga for real
send ’bout an eight ’bout a n-gga for real
wendy, she walk
no, she didn’t give up her seat, she remind me of rosa parks
my n-gga, he fold
he broke the code
i swear to god that sh-t broke my heart
lord, not my boy, lord, don’t ‘posed to think on it
so look, i ain’t finna think on it
drop a bag on his ass, get the jakes off him
quarter mil’ online, that’s the bank talkin’
h-llo? j. prince, man, the bank on you
let ’em know you’s official like a ref with a whistle
up the glizzle, he ain’t even gotta think on it
get a n-gga knocked off, then drink on it
i hopped on the track, just blank on it
they be like, “bruh, every track
you screamin’ black, black, black, black”
you know i just like to bang on it
and my city ain’t safe, they’ll bang on you
all black semiautomatic got stains on it
trackhawk lifted, you can tell that it’s a cane on it
ea in they feelings, so i ran into my game on ’em
f-ck the strip club, i ain’t tryna make it rain on ’em
married to the kitchen, to the stove, put a ring on it
i’ma buy that house on the corner, tat my name on it
he was down bad, f-cked up, can’t blame
never ‘posed to go against the grain
feds slang the k like that b-tch got sw-ng, huh?
when two hit
put that iron on your ass like school pants
i want blue money, r.i.p. boo man
all this blue money bringin’ me new friends
but my old friends tellin’ me f-ck ’em
they gon’ come back and hurt you a true sayin’
soon as your ass try and trust ’em
[outro]
soon as your ass thought they love you
boom, brazy
mobile, alabama violent (violent, brazy)
brazy
mobile, alabama violent

- honeykomb brazy

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