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brezden – nash & dirk lyrics

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[brezden]
me and babytron in this b+tch, we like nash and dirk
i was too geeked, couldn’t talk, had to scratch the verse
reachin’ for a chain and we gon’ put him in the grass and dirt

[babytron]
you ain’t a robber, at the most probably sn+tch a purse
we gon’ go to neimans for the jeans, they had saks for sure
you would never win, first to leave and the last to work
on our way to mars, we done checked off planet earth

[brezden]
we might go to neptune, mars, gotta do the dash
talkin’ so much sh+t that we just made the computer crash
but it’s back up, and we talkin’ sh+t again
white boy, i be catchin’ plays, brian finneran

[babytron]
‘zotti got mе chokin’ like a teaspoon of cinnamon
this the murdеr mitten, gotta keep tool in michigan
live what you preach or i’ma think you a hypocrite
unless you talkin’ pape’, i’ma think you illiterate

[brezden]
my b+tch heat it up, she get messy, now she scribilin’
knew her buff fake, still f+cked, i’m a gremlin
tried to trap me, keep a jimmy, still dribblin’
walk the beat down just like some motherf+ckin’ timberlands
[babytron]
we let them boys do the start and we do finish it
so much quagen in the room, might pour it out and swim in it
bein’ broke a joke, funny guy, why you gigglin’?
i can’t even f+ck yo’ b+tch for real ’cause she keep wigglin’

[brezden]
came out, i was wiggle, but the b+tch still ate me up
i be shot blockin’, i won’t let a b+tch lay me up
oh, you think that you can f+ck with me, you a crazy f+ck
out of town hibachi for a play, pay eighty bucks

[babytron]
juice plug, drank me up, ‘za man, wake me up
life is a dream and i don’t think y’all could wake me up
hoes crazy, how this b+tch tryna make me f+ck?
i can’t bring lil’ cudi out the crib, he look janky stuff

[brezden]
i be like his sh+t, like kawhi, you can’t shake me up
‘za to the motherf+ckin’ ‘za, finna take me up
i’ma touch a m, call my granny and say we up
first team, all nba, i’m like shay or somethin’

[babytron]
get off your ass and go and hustle, lil’ lazy buddy
i got change my up but didn’t let it change me up
last drive of the game, yeah, a brady clutch
we’ll put your whole family in a box, brady bunch
[brezden]
but it’s f+ck tom brady, i’m a falcons fan
look in granny crib, you gon’ find a couple pounds and pans

[babytron]
if they find a striker, sh+t, it’s probably alcatraz
temple in the buff, guarantee my shooter scalp his ass

[brezden]
i be talkin’ sh+t, like f+ck a beat, i should’ve battle rapped
real cash cow, i swear i’m finna bring the cattle back

[babytron]
actin’ like he a k!ller, only got a stripe from battle pass
tr8s, got so many horses, where the saddle at?

[brezden]
puttin’ belt to ass, i think i’m finna bring the paddle back
super skinny, lookin’ like the f+cker from the apple jacks

[babytron]
stop playin’ with me, arp up in the satchel bag
slidin’ down this block, you risk your life, do not gamble that

[brezden]
[?] in my satchel, preachin’ plays like i’m satchel paige
talkin’ big sh+t like meek mill when he had the braids
[babytron]
let’s see how fly i get and hope that i land the play
me and [?] blew him out the water, sh+t, that’s the game+

- brezden lyrics

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