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brezden - 423 lyrics

[intro]
okay+okay, okay
okay+okay, okay

[verse]
b+tches keep on askin’ where i’m from, that’s the 423
yo’ b+tch keep on sayin’ you a bomb, so she notice me
water on my body, like a ocean, river or a creek
roll a backwood up and then i’ll smoke it, fall asleep i’m geeked
forces like some coke, yeah, they all white, pure as h+ll
f+ck her all night, b+tch, i’m charged up, duracell
prayin’ through the night, my granny sayin’ that’s the cure to h+ll
but if i’m bein’ honest, boy, that book a lil’ fishy
we got that scatpack flyin’, boy, we doin’ one+sixty
i’m wit’ your b+tch and all her friends, finna smoke up a zippie
she pop a tag, hit a dab, she say sh+t gettin’ trippy
i put two fingеrs in that+, uh, like the sign of a hippy
i rock mike amiri’s skinniеs, b+tch, i really get drippy
i took a whiff and she was fishy, told that b+tch she was finished
i told that b+tch i’m too p, i don’t mean mississippi
her face so pretty i kiss her, and then i left it all sticky
pockets fat like i’m biggie, why i’m actin’ so skimpy?
b+tch, i got racks inside my denim, why i’m dressin’ so drippy?
we in the bathroom out in public, yo’ b+tch want it a quicky
she told me that you be the ass when you seen all them hickies
if you want smoke, don’t run away, i’m gon’ do you like ricky
pretty face, fat ass, with my b+tches i’m picky
i ain’t rockin’ no jimmy, in that p+ssy, i’m raw
boy, you a clown, walk you down like the k!ller from [?]
her coochie k!ller, and this water, think i’m watchin’ some jaws
i told her, “move”, we ain’t f+ckin’, b+tch, i’m watchin’ the hawks
i’m makin’ hits, like two+hundred of ’em stacked in the fault
that b+tch i freak, i told her leave, seen a [?]
yeah, b+tch, we only smokin’ ceilin’, super high like goodyear blimp
you know that i’m really him, f+ck her all, she got a limp
yo’ b+tch say that i got five limbs: two arms and three legs
b+tch, we facin’ eights, you got one gram, three [?]
hey, i heard you sippin’ green in the bay, you a cheese head
that b+tch poppin’ x, she tryna f+ck, she a bean head
high as f+ck, don’t do my work in school, i don’t need lead
she a throat g.o.a.t., don’t use no hands, she got mean head

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