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letra de briiiiiiiick squad - spitty records

[intro: waka flocka flame]
risk for that
brick squad

[verse 1: munir (waka flocka flame)]
i’m tired of all this fake trap, need some backpack
in my 8-track, i’m here to take out all the trash rap
i’m a god mc that ya gotta see/god’ll see as a deity, i got em’, see, so easily
turn em’ hindu or vegan, any reason they won’t want beef with me
jeez!
now they on their knees, like “please, don’t murder me”
you think i got the 5 and da 9 just for courtesy
cause currently, you irking every nerve of me
so say another word to me, i turn you into burger meat (ewww)
show up to yo mamas cook out with your new recipe
you made it with blood, sweat, and tears like “this’ll be the death of me”
they ain’t done feasting on the entré, i ain’t done clappin’ like an encore
you want more, i got rounds (get em’)
of applause, break your jaw
gotchu strugglin’ to eat dessert through a motherf-ckin’ straw (n-gga)
hypocrisy in the prophecy, ain’t n0body stoppin’ me
only person that could body me is me like eschatology on a flocka (flocka) beat

[bridge: waka flocka flame]
flocka, waka, flocka, flocka, waka, waka
flocka, waka, flocka, flocka, waka, waka
flocka, waka, flocka, flocka

[verse 2: surafel]
empty a clip in a n-gga, then leave him latchin’ for life in a ditch
n-gga a b-tch, got his girl chasin’ after me cause she wanna be rich
she a wanna be rich? got all the sauce, now she grab my d-ck swallowin’ kids
her kylie lips got her tastin’ the tip, no child support cause she swallowin’ kids
her p-ssy was gucci, sh-t was designer, fake booty just flew in, fresh outta china
i speak the truth n-gga, i just ain’t a liar, leave heat on this beat, this sh-t just straight fire
fire! sh-t burn down like i’m screamin’ “fire!”, crown on my head like king of the mayans
n-ggas goin’ extinct, cause all of you dyin’, the apocalypse comin’, know where to be runnin’
d-mn

[verse 3: tanish]
i’m off with the sh-t, i’m poppin’ my clip, i’m leavin’ these dead bodies up in the corridor
like popular kids we saucin’ with this they always just wanna be poppin’ with more of us
walk in my crib and all of my sh-t be nothin’ but designer and just some foreign stuff
all of them wish i’d be dead in a minute but mothaf-cka you can be no longer be ignorin’ us
how awesome is this? your salary all on my wrist, we do not f-ck that borin’ stuff
glock on my hip, me pac and them big the greatest, we do not mess with you bogus f-cks
problem just is the hottest just criticize because they agree i’m indeed just the coldest one

- spitty records

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