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brezden – pub sub lyrics

[intro]
(e+e+enrgy made this one)
yeah
what the h+ll?
huh
how the h+ll?
ayy

[chorus]
i been chasin’ chicken tenders like a public sub
eat me like a tender, treat me tender, she grub and rub
ten toes, can’t fold like a dove in doves
i got diss ‘bows f+ckin’ with me, b+tch, f+ck the plug
i be countin’ shot, makin’ hits like i’m on the cov’
i be h+lla high, smokin’ ‘za, gettin’ blowed as f+ck
baby, i got beer gut pockets, they bloated up
i’ma get that sh+t like shedeur and hold it up

[verse 1]
audemar piguеt, i asked the waiter whеre the check at
smokin’ on some ‘za, and granny askin’ “what the heck’s that?” (what the heck?)
1017, i got it stamped, like a neck tat’
when i’m with your b+tch, it ain’t no askin’ where the neck at
b+tch, i got a chain so f+ckin’ big, it make my neck strong (god d+mn)
in the booth i’m faded, b+tch, i’m thinkin’ ’bout the next song (i’m high as h+ll?)
she was mad as h+ll but she just read the f+ckin’ text wrong (b+tch, what?)
she was mad as h+ll, she told her friends that i ain’t [?] (what the h+ll?)
no cap, put it on god, we ain’t makin’ love
i’ll beat your wife walls down like i’m jason luv (beat her down)
skinny motherf+cker, grab the shades and i change the buffs
i got some condoms, three+five, and a gun, i came to f+ck
[chorus]
i been chasin’ chicken tenders like a public sub
eat me like a tender, treat me tender, she grub and rub
ten toes, can’t fold like a dove in doves
i got diss ‘bows f+ckin’ with me, b+tch, f+ck the plug
i be countin’ shot, makin’ hits like i’m on the cov’
i be h+lla high, smokin’ ‘za, gettin’ blowed as f+ck
baby, i got beer gut pockets, they bloated up
i’ma get that sh+t like shedeur and hold it up

[verse 2]
i be callin’ plays like i’m prime, hit the high step
2k17 on the park, grinding my rep
all about perspective, your right could be my left
sh+ttin’ on your uncle, real life, you like my neph’
boy, you like my neph’, you could call me uncle like i’m snoop dogg
i might f+ck around and call you cold ’cause you too sloth
six+six, standin’ in the rickies, i be too tall
he ain’t hit a shot, do you see the f+ckin’ hoop, dawg? (what the h+ll?)
boy, you keep brickin’
your b+tch like to mvp with the eat d+ckin’
i be talkin’ hot sh+t, they like, “he trippin'”
i ain’t even tryna beef, only eat chicken (i don’t even like the beef )
b+tch

- brezden lyrics

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