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b roue - pleasure lyrics

[intro]
aye, madenka i think that’s the one you know’?

[chorus]
i’m like shorty, do better
my b+tch a national treasure
i’m like whatever
shorty, whatever (shorty, whatever, shorty whatever)
she do it for money and pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
i’m like shorty, do better (r.i.p woo)
my b+tch a national treasure
i’m like whatever
shorty, whatever (shorty, whatever, shorty whatever)
she do it for money and pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
[verse 1: lu tayo]
all my n+ggas be movin’
walkin’ round talkin’ tough like we stupid
man down with the bl!ck he ain’t use it
stuck in traffic gotta get to eluded
movin quickly around all them units

[verse 1: b roue]
my hunnits blue, pay to make a red carpet
hunting you, brodie made you a target
up the score, fire hot like a rocket
he talking hot move his jaw out it’s socket

[verse 1: lu tayo]
we flood on the e+way and with all type of kitties we leavin’ that burn on the asphalt
i f+ck up her guts and now lil baby crazy
i deal with that hoe cause her ass soft
i’m movin’ like covid i’m taking you over
b+tch don’t come around with that mask off
we take off like rockets, i blast off
if you touch one of mine, ima’ spaz out

[chorus]
i’m like shorty, do better
my b+tch a national treasure
i’m like whatever
shorty, whatever (shorty, whatever, shorty whatever)
she do it for money and pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
i’m like shorty, do better (r.i.p woo)
my b+tch a national treasure
i’m like whatever
shorty, whatever (shorty, whatever, shorty whatever)
she do it for money and pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
[verse 2: b roue]
foenem gon’ spin on whoever
headshots put em’ under the weather
my b+tch a steppa’
she can handle sum pressure
she tappin’ out, but a n+gga won’t let her

[verse 2: lu tayo
i bring the bag yea we do this sh+t often
spending money cause you can’t in a coffin
forcin’ problems man that sh+t be appalling
43 glock, we make sure that it solve it

[verse 2: b roue]
she wanna touch up on me
suck up on me
rub up on me
40s, clutchin
and she bussin’
gang got her
red lined her
cheesin’ hard
f+cked her
‘till her knees touchin’

[verse 2: b roue]
knuckles hurt ‘em
brodie burnt ‘em
foenem stomped ‘em
took his b+tch, cause she steady lurk in’
took a pic’ cuz she look good
with a pretty face and my nut up on it
[chorus]
i’m like shorty, do better
my b+tch a national treasure
i’m like whatever
shorty, whatever (shorty, whatever, shorty whatever)
she do it for money and pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure
i’m like shorty, do better (r.i.p woo)
my b+tch a national treasure
i’m like whatever
shorty, whatever (shorty, whatever, shorty whatever)
she do it for money and pleasure
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure

- b roue lyrics

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