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brezden - on the bible lyrics

[intro: robin knaak]
if you’d only believe, believe
if you’d only believe, believe, in me
if you’d only believe, believe
if you’d only believe, believe, yeah ([?] larry on the beat)

[chorus: brezden]
oh
don’t never believe what they talkin’ (no)
i get on that beat and i walk (let’s go)
don’t ever believe what thеy+
okay, let’s go, yeah
don’t nevеr believe what they talkin’ (no)
i get on that beat and i walk (let’s go)
don’t ever believe what they+
okay, let’s go

[verse: brezden]
she sippin’ water, she mixed it with molly (yeah)
i’m facin’ woods, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout dolly (nah)
i stuff a ‘wood, that b+tch full of exotic (exotic)
i wipe his nose if he actin’ too snotty
i pop a perc, then i geek out my body (i’m geeked)
i’m on alert, ridin’ low with a shotty
i pour a four in toronto for scotti
we just gotta both finna blow up biscotti
she off the x and she shakin’ her body
my plug havin’ white, in atlanta like roddy
woah, he run a play just like stop and go
[?] go like i came outta pompano
b+tch, i’m up, i can’t f+ck with a side+y ho
in that dress, make ’em drop like a domino
yeah, that drac’ don’t play, huh, okay
that drac’ finna punch like a heavyweight champ’ (yeah)
i’m high as the f+ck, like i just jumped up a ramp
b+tch, i’m the one, got ’em sayin’ it’s stamp
b+tch, i’m rockin’ all black like a motherf+ckin’ vamp
d+mn, i keep a k like i’m kado
i’m crackin’ [cas’/cost?], super nice with the scams
i’m makin’ plays and it feel like i’m cam
b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t., and the rest of them lambs
[?], i pass a ‘wood to my brother
i’m ballin’ hard like i play at the rucker
flirt wit’ yo’ b+tch, but i’m not finna f+ck her
she suckin’ d+ck like a motherf+ckin’ sucker
d+mn, she geekin’ up off her upper
i’m pourin’ up, i’m a real double cupper ([?] larry on the beat)
hit her from the back like i f+cked up her bumper
no, i do not f+ck with these motherf+ckers (let’s go)
yeah, i’m makin’ hits like a batter
grow hard as i can, then climb up the ladder
whole lotta cake, i’ma motherf+ckin’ platter
got codiene inside of my motherf+ckin’ bladder
no, connection still workin’, got data (yeah)
i’m the best, you can go check the data
run up on me, your brain finna splatter (glrrah)
i’m too high, i can’t hear all the chatter
my pockets too skinny but they gettin’ fatter
don’t trip ’bout a b+tch ’cause they don’t even matter
[?] the hit the lights, hit the gas and i scatter
fire head b+tch and she lookin’ like jadah
i meant to say jada (ayy, ayy), i’m finna blow it, okay?
that chop’ got a scope and a laser
b+tch, i got flavor, i take her home and amaze her
she say i’m sharp as a razor (on god)
[?] nineteen, i’m not tottin’ a taser
if you play, you get put in the tube like a raider
ayy, chopstick rusty, it’s lookin’ like mater
i just ordered a burger, can you hold the tomatoes?
never mind, i want want some motherf+ckin’ chicken and waffles
i take yo’ b+tch home to my d+ckie and swallow
i’m rockin’ bust, i’m not rockin’ no goggles
i’m sippin’ wock’, i don’t sip out no bottle
you f+ckin’ fat b+tches, ain’t f+ck with models (eugh!)
i dunk a b+tch like the big aristotle
freestylin’ some’ so i don’t got a title
they ridin’ my wave, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout tidal
that b+tch a freak, she cannot be my bridal
in tennessee, callin’ plays like i’m heupel
yeah, i’m ballin’ hard like i’m michael
b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t., i put that on the bible (on god)
[outro: robin knaak]
if you’d only believe, believe
if you’d only believe, believe, in me
if you’d only believe, believe
if you’d only believe, believe, yeah ([?] larry on the beat)

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