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brezden – leave me lyrics

[intro]
yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, you ain’t gon’ find me
ha, ha (know what i mean?)
yeah, yeah, you ain’t gon’ find me, ha, phew

[verse]
she say that she havin’ fun with me, don’t wanna leave me
we gon’ f+ck again before i leave, she tryna squeeze me (she tryna squeeze me)
other b+tches askin’ where i been, they don’t believe me (where you been?)
tell her, “bae, i gotta hit the booth, i’m what the streets need” (i’m what they need, bae)
twenty k in saxs, i tell the clerk keep the receipts, think
ice around me cold, i need a mink, your reach won’t meet mink (grrt)
if you think you quick, get put in sand and watch your feet sink (watch your feet sink)
i ain’t tryna cut, but she so wet, i had to rethink (godd+mn)
i might make her mine, what the f+ck i’m thinkin’? sike (haha)
baby, i can’t change your mind, but i might just change your life (i can change your life)
stupid, i won’t wait in line, tell them folks to have my side
stupid, i won’t buy her flight, tell that b+tch to make a drive (haha, stupid)
and i bet she do it, show me you invested, baby (show me)
know she mad as h+ll that we ain’t f+cked, but sh+t, the neck was crazy (know she mad)
b+tch, i’m ballin’ hard and i’m the one, call me brez mcgrady (godd+mn)
body like rihanna, get rocked asap, this b+tch s+x amazin’ (s+x amazin’)
she mad i ain’t textin’ lately, but she can’t ignore me (can’t ignore me)
i’m either catchin’ plays or tellin’ quan to come record me (i’m either doin’)
i’m f+ckin’ on his bae, i know he sick, he need a quarantine (i need he sick)
a hundred dollar steak, but i ain’t eat, they cooked it poorly (what the h+ll?)
smoke thirty grams a day and like a month, it might be forty (it might be forty)
ain’t got a place to stay, in like a month, you gon’ be forty (broke b+tch)
my closet like the mall, i got a drawer for my jewelry (godd+mn)
they playin’ with my dog and i’ma game it, robert horry (grrt)
yeah, if he play with the gang, he in the water with some brick feet (man, it’s over with)
only time i ever f+ck with 12 ’cause i got big feet (haha)
only time i ever up that pole, you try to strip me (baow, baow)
only time i pull it out, it blows, this b+tch a big freak (godd+mn)
only time i’ll ever trust a b+tch, yeah, uh (just let me think, uh)
sh+t, i got no example (haha)
if i hit the club, i’m throwin’ pape’, i’m with the hoes and dancers (i’m throwin’ racks)
you be in the club in b+tches ear like, “hey, i know the sample” (dork)
hundred dollar sandals, but these ain’t no gucci flip flops (ain’t no gucci)
marni slippers, hoes so comfy that i might just skip socks (godd+mn)
told that ho, “bet not be comfy, get my nut and kick rocks” (ha, ha)
now it’s ‘bows from ‘cross the country, it was zippin’ ziplocs (d+mn, shh)
better keep your lips locked
told biden, “f+ck the fake,” jury ban a tiktok (ban)
why the f+ck you get a watch to see when his shift stop? (haha)
why the f+ck she on my crotch? you better tell yo’ b+tch stop
[outro]
nah, for real, man, you better tell that b+tch stop
yeah, yeah, you better tell that b+tch stop

- brezden lyrics

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