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letra de sarge's plan - the sargent & bri crisp

[intro: the sargent]

who the f-ck are you?
who the f-ck are you?
yeah
uh
yeah, spitting that
uh
uh

[1st verse: the sargent]

missed it
missed it
missed it now they listen to me
like the way i rip it when i’m spitting that heat
i been moving hard now they f-cking with me
yeah
used to all the hate it ain’t nothing to me
i don’t need n0body plenty of blunts in the sea
used to be shy now i move suns when i speak
you can see it in my eyes fire in abundancy
who gon’ f-ck with me?
b-tch we run these streets
oh…

[hook 1: bri crisp]

sarge’s plan
sarge’s plan
sargent told me where to spoke
i been smoking clog the bowl
i still live down west hill road
(ay, ay)
spell it c.r.i.s.p
(ayy!)
f-ck her then i disappear
(oh!)
all my b-tches nipples pierced
and still…

[2nd verse: the sargent]

got a bad thing i’m a rap king
like a mac 10 what the mac send
bring it back in
send ‘em packing
with they whack trends
f-ck your faction
everlasting
shots blasting
main attraction
fire till the track ends
that’s what happens
when i’m craftin
‘till my back bends
like this my last pen
i’mma take shots
like blat blat
getting’ love off a snapchat of my last track
you gon need a gas mask
to match that
don’t make me grab gats
blow your face off
i’m ray charles
don’t see y’all i’m way gone
on a sp-cecraft
i’m adolf
the good twin
brady with the trade off

[3rd verse: bri crisp]

she say “crisp you funny!”
i tell her i’m young farley
she ask when i’m goner
i say shortly
i got a sargent
yeah he control the army
i’m sorry
only f-ck with mary got no time for no molly
i been on my sh-t
like popping rocks it hits
apocalypse i’m charging in
chomping kids young hippopotamus
young erotic spit
dodge like vaughn the kid
jot the ghost of vonnegut
crisp been gone for awful long but always following…

[hook 2: bri crisp]

sarge’s plan
sarge’s plan
your b-tch been hitting me all she wanna do is smoke
tell her a million times that that ain’t how it go
yeah she want bread she want that dough!
spell it c.r.i.s.p
wanna be the blunt that the sargent lost at sea
who stopping me?
young socrates
f-ck a b-tch while she on her apostrophe
stealing cover arts with no apologies

[4th verse: the sargent]

been eatin’
i’m still starvin’
three eyes
like the 08 big three in the garden
i’m so great don’t hear no hate
i’m propane
when it’s sparkin
f-ck whole game
get it started
don’t f-ck with the sargent
yeah always hit my targets
yeah head shots when i send em
i was down
but i been up
i grew wings
ascension
if we’re playing soccer i’m ‘bout ten up
pages burn up when i spit
see flames in my iris
every line said
every rhyme spit
sarge the finest
flow timeless
ah

[outro: the sargent]

who gon’ f-ck with the kids, yeah?
who gon’ f-ck with the kids, yeah?
who gon’ f-ck with the kids, ah
please don’t f-ck with the kings

don’t f-ck with the sargent
don’t f-ck with the crisp
body’s in the garbage
then brian f-cks your b-tch
blunted in the whip
always on some sh-t
yeah we too legit
yo’ b-tch on the tip

- the sargent bri crisp

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