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bri3 - female yn flow lyrics

[intro]
look, y’all know what the— goin’ on
look, look
look, ayy, y’all know what the— goin’ on
mm, mm
b3 racks, b3 stacks, you know
come on
gotta tell ’em somethin’, gotta let ’em know somethin’
come on, look

[verse]
n+gga, it’s b3 racks
n+gga, it’s b3 racks, it’s b3 stacks
n+gga, i walk in your trap
n+gga, i walk in your trap and takeover your trap (take it over)
hey, what’s up? hey, how you doin’?
it’s nice to formally meet you, we face to face (what’s up)
hey, what’s up? hey, how you doin’?
it’s nice to formally meet you, you facin’ this drac’
if i want it, i take
n+gga, this a drive+by shooting, they shoot through gates
n+gga, just put your hands up
n+gga, i’m settin’ you up, you thought this was a date?
i don’t really be into datin’
i really sit on her house, so i’m stalking and waiting
i really had to be patient
n+gga, this a one+legged move, i ain’t doin’ no fakin’
two wrongs don’t make a right
but i ain’t going for nothin’, guess i’m just a girl
n+gga, i’m not even a dyk+
n+gga, i’m not even g+y and i’m takin’ your girl
n+gga, i’m takin’ your watch
i’m really uppin’ my rank and you just gotta watch
n+gga, i’m takin’ you down
n+gga, this a all red party, we paintin’ the town
all over, i’m makin’ my rounds
n+gga, i’m stealth when i’m quiet, i can’t make a sound
i caught her, why she was lackin’?
i caught her, why she was lackin’? bent her to the ground
she don’t want drop in these waters
it really get that deep, she scared of the water
new purse and i already fought her
send your best hitter, send the lamb to the slaughter
you, then i’m bustin’ this right
we get out of sight, so now i’m bustin’ a left
the driver sent me on a quest
but i never stress, are you good in distress?
they really say i’m the best
if you wanna test, come be my guest
i’ll really creep on your block
you gon’ hear a knock, you gon’ know it was me (it was me)
i’ll make her pick up her feet
they ask who the hottest and all signs point to b3
all signs point to bri
i’ma bring up my team, it’s no “i” in “we”
she don’t wanna fight, she wanna talk
she really a fan, the opps crank me and her opps
been the baddest since i could walk
i was playin’ with flow while you was still playin’ with chalk
if she ’round me, she a ten
all the guys, they want, do it look like i need a new friend?
i’m really testin’ my sk!lls, they all on my body ’cause i’m really pushin’ my pen
i gotta stay on ten
she wanted more rounds and she got whopped again
i really came from the dirt
leg shot, dead shot, everybody hit on the shirt

- bri3 lyrics

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