letra de f u c k - yung brownie
[intro]
(it’s me, omniscious)
[verse 1: only.ty]
f-ck the game, f-ck the fame, f-ck you
i don’t even know why i go to school, ayy
i shoot my shot from d, what it do?
i get happy when i shoot my tool, yeah
my n-gga, now it’s on his muh’f-ckin’ tooth (yeah)
you got a problem, let’s do what it do
i robbed the bank, i want all that loot, yeah
take the sh-t in front of you, that’s my payday
you actin’ tough, then run my fa-ade
say what you want, but i’m always gettin’ pa-aid
you a freaky-ass n-gga, got yo’ ass ate
i’m chillin’ with your f-ckin’ girl, i call her ba-ae
and i’m here for l, i’ma sta-ay
at night, n-ggas goin’ to h-ll ’cause you ga-ay
now it’s ’bout to dunk on ’em like lebron james
and i’ma throw this sh-t up like dwayne wade
[verse 2: kingchri$]
we dunkin’ on these lil’ n-ggas
hypin’ sh-t with midget f-ckers, no partyin’
just bouncin’ out the crib with b-tches and our middle fingers
a- and asian b-tches with some mewtwo hourglass figures
but i’ll take your funny commentary-ass pitches
run it back like i’m a f-ckin’ tugboat
need a b-tch with a back and a b-tt vogue
she need a rack too, just stay up and float
we goin’ up nonstop ’til we up, ho
and the street is wack, that’s a new promo
f-ck around and end up like a h0m-
all you n-ggas keep actin’ not a gomo
stop the rap cap, you can’t even fold, bro
i run this b-tch, y’all better call me cuomo
(is it my turn yet?) a-a-ahem
[verse 3: fugazi naz]
cuomo in this b-tch, i dip the sauce all on yo’ miss
you know we laugh like this is twitch ’cause all my n-ggas gettin’ rich
i keep that b-tch right out my door, yeah, that ho out there ignore, uh
body out spoke, then i leave one in the morgue, uh
f-ckin’ that b-tch, i’m chronic
they love my sound, yeah, i’m like chronic
doin’ the dash, am i like sonic
and she and her family just platonic
i’m ready to bust like i’m a rocket
i’m a freak, she outta pocket
man, you n-ggas are sharin’ profit
’cause you just talk like you some muppets
[interlude: fugazi naz]
uh, ayy, yuh
ha-ha, oh lo- hol’ up
gitchy, get back to him
gitchy, get back
uh, uh
f-ck!
[verse 4: fugazi naz]
leave him limp to the potty, shots, they hit like lit bacardi
i can make your b-tch growl down like whitney was f-ckin’
k!ll yo’ f-ckin’ witty
i’m gettin’ bars, so i told her “f-ck me where i f-ck your titty”
f-ck your pity, b-tch, yuh!
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