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brezden - brrr b lyrics

[intro: brezden & gucci mane]
yeah (1017)
i watched barbie with a b+tch who look better than—, ayy (brr)

[chorus: brezden]
ayy, i watched barbie with a b+tch who look better than margot (she look bad)
already know it’s me when you see birkies with the cargos (you already know)
gotta run it up ’cause i might lose it all tomorrow (run it up)
i done ran it up all by myself, ain’t had to borrow (i ain’t ask)
i ain’t borrow, i had to grind for this sh+t (on god)
how the f+ck i say like any word and it rhymes with this sh+t? (how the h+ll?)
i done stole a couple classes, i take my time with this sh+t (take my time)
i watched barbie with a pretty girl that’s fine as it gets (she fine as h+ll)

[verse 1: brezden]
d+mn, i stay with my barbie, but my pockets flexin’, kin to dough (kin)
b+tch, i’m havin’ motion, they know me from chatt’ to kennesaw (i’m havin’ motion)
everything i drop is hot, i make ’em nod like fentanyl (i got ’em noddin’)
ain’t it crazy, i could post my pockets and just p+ss ’em off? (how the h+ll?)
missin’ dough, please don’t try no sh+t, don’t get me started (don’t)
landed off that plane and smoked a blunt, i was in charlotte (on god)
i might do a show, then take my sister’s kids to target (uh)
you should read a book, you ain’t got no face in the market (read a book)
my lil’ brother trappin’ bubba like it’s facebook market (my lil’ bro)
how the f+ck i feel so hot but got my feet under carpet? (how the h+ll?)
f+ck a fork, i use my hands to eat the beat up, i’m starvin’ (f+ck a fork)
eighteen but catching plays, i tell ’em, “d up like marvin” (d up like marvin)
all these trappers like that one signer, first name marvin (g+ye)
got ’em studying my work, just like my last name darwin (i feel like jay)
feel like ye, i’m goin’ ham, just like my first name darvin (how the h+ll?)
when you worth a couple bucks, i swear the words ain’t harming (okay, racks)
ayy, white girl ain’t wearing pink, that’s barbie
standing out, no fitting in (standing out)
b+tch, i’m blowin’ gas, ain’t back in school, ain’t finna hit the pen (this ain’t school)
i stayed in that gym until i knew that i wouldn’t miss again (shootin’ shots)
“ooh, that cracker ballin’ just like d+ckinson from michigan” (ooh, he ballin’)
we keep getting sacks up, ain’t no switching, send that blitz again (send that blitz)
already took that pic’, but this expensive, wear that fit again (what the f+ck?)
you would think i’m mic’d up, let ’em hear me talk my sh+t again (mic’d up)
please don’t k!ll my vibe, i’m telling god that i’m gon’ sin again (please don’t k!ll my vibe)
[chorus: brezden]
ayy, i watched barbie with a b+tch who look better than margot (she look bad)
already know it’s me when you see birkies with the cargos (you already know)
gotta run it up ’cause i might lose it all tomorrow (run it up)
i done ran it up all by myself, ain’t had to borrow (i ain’t ask)
i ain’t borrow, i had to grind for this sh+t (on god)
how the f+ck i say like any word and it rhymes with this sh+t? (how the h+ll?)
i done stole a couple classes, i take my time with this sh+t (take my time)
i watched barbie with a pretty girl that’s fine as it gets (she fine as h+ll)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i’m ridin’ in my don with a black chick but she a blonde (what?)
i put diamonds on my barbie, i did that sh+t for fun (brr)
i just signed a jit from chatt’ and ain’t even twenty+one (what?)
i stashed fifty mill’ a piece for my daughter and my son (well, d+mn)
there’s times i act just like my dad but look just like my mom (mom)
i put that sh+t on every day ’cause i ain’t even go to prom (huh?)
every day is money to me, wake up, chase the mun’ (the munyan)
my verses is scriptures like the bible or quran (huh?)
i don’t fear no one but god, my neck’s, they weigh a ton (god)
i don’t owe n0body nothin’, i came in like lebron (huh?)
i’m at mr. chaves in vegas, now i just ordered pr+ngs (wow)
and he think he the king, but the whole time he just a p+wn (it’s gucci)

- brezden lyrics

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