brezzy monroe – deja vu lyrics
yeah
b+tch ass n+gga you broke as f+ck
you still stayin’ at ya mama house and that’s on my mama
you ain’t got sh+t
you’ll never have sh+t
broke ass n+gga you ain’t trappin’ for real
you ain’t livin’ like that
you ain’t talkin’ bout sh+t
these b+tches know i’m the rawest
tell them lil hoes fall back like august
too much drip like faucet
know i’m makin’ em sick they nauseous aye
fly as a bird they hate that i’m flashy
you want the box
just know that i’m taxin’
i’m ready to bump
i’m really bout action
you n+ggas be broke
you really ain’t trappin’
these b+tches know i’m the rawest
tell them lil hoes fall back like august
too much drip like faucеt
know i’m makin’ em sick they nauseous ayе
fly as a bird they hate that i’m flashy
you want the box
just know that i’m taxin’
i’m ready to bump
i’m really bout action
you n+ggas be broke
you really ain’t trappin’
got in my feelings and got me a glock with extension
have a b+tch poppin’ up missin’
i don’t give a f+ck about n+gga i’m addin’ up digits
i’m tryna get riches on riches, yeah
clean on lean when i step on the scene
p+ssy so good yeah that n+gga a fiend
i don’t give a f+ck bout a n+gga, that green
ain’t no in+between
gotta have it yeah
choppa in hand
don’t make me air it
i’m goin’ up
muhf+ckin’ attic
i ain’t rihanna, but b+tch i’m a savage
want cabbage on cabbage
fly as a bird they hate that i’m flashy
you want the box just know that i’m taxin’
i’m ready to bump i’m really bout action
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
and i mean it, he give me head when i’m fiendin’
p+ssy too wet, it be skeetin’ yeah
i’m undefeated, bad lil b+tch and i know i’m conceited
aye, yeah
i got your n+gga, he livin’ like tlc
we just be creepin’, d+mn
i know you hate that
i just put my coochie right where his face at, d+mn
i treat my glock like my i.d
i pull up, i shoot a movie like spike lee
havin’ so many straps like we dykin’
she suck the d+ck with a whole lot of spit, she triflin’
punchin’ the packs like mike i’m tyson
big yavo be fly like a pilot
run up the check+in my dope boy nikes
i’m havin’ drip, michael phelps my stylist
i’m on the block, michael strahan aye
n+gga want smoke, i’ll go get the k then
i’m feelin’ like chris, everybody be hatin’ aye
i keep my smith like jaden (aye)
i keep my smith like will
and these n+gga be nerds like carlton
i ain’t doin’ no biting, no barkin’
i don’t eat my veggies, want beef, no squashin’
pull up in detroit and i shoot like the pistons
aye we havin’ sticks like switches
i tell her be quiet, she listen aye
my outfit leakin’, what that mean? i’m drippin’
we movin’ weight, we liftin’
i’m sellin’ perkies on sunday like a christian
spoiled like clifford, i’m tippin’ aye
she want some jewelry, i’ll take her to tiffany’s
these b+tches know i’m the rawest
tell them lil hoes fall back like august
too much drip like faucet
know i’m makin’ em sick they nauseous aye
fly as a bird they hate that i’m flashy
you want the box
just know that i’m taxin’
i’m ready to bump
i’m really bout action
you n+ggas be broke
you really ain’t trappin’
these b+tches know i’m the rawest
tell them lil hoes fall back like august
too much drip like faucet
know i’m makin’ em sick they nauseous aye
fly as a bird they hate that i’m flashy
you want the box
just know that i’m taxin’
i’m ready to bump
i’m really bout action
you n+ggas be broke
you really ain’t trappin’
fly as a bird they hate that i’m flashy
you want the box just know that i’m taxin’
ready to bump i’m really bout action
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
you n+ggas be broke you really ain’t trappin’
f+ck all that talkin’ we poppin’ the trunk
choppa in hand or it may be the pump
in love with this b+tch grab my baby and dump
step in the club and i’m ready to bump
f+ck all that talkin’ we poppin’ the trunk
choppa in hand or it may be the pump
in love with this b+tch grab my baby and dump
step in the club and i’m ready to bump
f+ck all that talkin’ we poppin’ the trunk
choppa in hand or it may be the pump
in love with this b+tch grab my baby and dump
step in the club and i’m ready to bump
f+ck all that talkin’
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