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brennan jones - crumble lyrics

[verse]
i’m with white b+tch, her name becky
i’m with black ho, her name lex
b+tch, i’m feelin’ reckless ’cause they keep on sayin’ that i’m next up
that boy don’t know how to dress, he ain’t really tryna flex up
b+tch, i’m in the stu’ ’til 5 am, i’m off the eddies
that b+tch need her daddy, so she gon’ send me her addy
yeah, yeah, yeah, that b+tch need the d+ck
she see my pockets fatty, yeah, she see my pockets big
and these boys tryna tag me, so i keep a big+ass stick
go ‘head, boy, run up on me, i’m gon’ f+ckin’ split your wig
don’t bring that sh+t in florida, h+ll nah, we don’t play that sh+t
when i’m hit my city, they like, “there go that lil’ bad+ass jit”
i was never in the trap, but i was still makin’ flips
yeah, i was sellin’ drip, shout out all them dumbass kids that bought up my rick’
yeah, i was makin’ flips, i was a lil’ bad+ass jit
yeah, i was gettin’ in trouble
get that piece for five, sell for ten, call that a double
shout out my dog major, he can’t leave without a muzzle
and i get every b+tch i want, yeah, i never fumble
yeah, i’m ’bout to be at the top, just watch how it crumble

- brennan jones lyrics

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