briii - take it there lyrics
[intro]
hey
it’s briii with the three i’s
hold up, i don’t know the f+ck you on
broke+ass b+tch, got your lip filler on groupon
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two+tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b+tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b+tches with the sh+ts, jump a b+tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
[verse 1]
that b+tch ain’t poppin’, she just poppin’ percs
i just pull up in a wraith, my opps pull up in a he+rs+
ten bands, twenty bands, that’s a new pursе
ten bricks, twenty bricks, b+tch, i trap work
put a f+ckboy in the ground, now hе joe dirt
watch your tone when you talk to me, b+tch, you get slapped up
you can get shot like a movie if you act up
aim the chopper at your gut, give a ho a tummy tuck
[pre+chorus]
loudest in the room, but i move in silence
you’s a scary ho, you don’t resort to violence
you’s a broke b+tch, i’m on resorts in islands
come get your man, b+tch, he in my dms wildin’
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two+tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b+tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b+tches with the sh+ts, jump a b+tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
[verse 2]
my money taller, i got height now
all these basic b+tches pipe down
on my d+ck like dyk+s now
these b+tches sleepin’ on briii, think they need a nightgown
b+tches think they want smoke, tell ’em i’m sending shots now
been rushin’ to the money, i’m not talkin’ moscow
tell him that this p+ssy wet, he gon’ bring the mops out
don’t make my hitters shoot your block down and bring the cops out
we don’t do no drive+bys, all my hitters hop out
[pre+chorus]
loudest in the room, but i move in silence
you’s a scary ho, you don’t resort to violence
you’s a broke b+tch, i’m on resorts in islands
come get your man, b+tch, he in my dms wildin’
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m bustin’ pipes tell my jeweler flood my two+tone
need a bigger birkin ’cause i swear this clip is too long
all these b+tches are my sons, i’m ’bout to start a group home
rollin’ up my dead opps, tonight we smokin’ mulan
i don’t think you wanna take it there, i don’t play it fair
i got hitters that will take it there, make ’em disappear
i got shooters that got clips as long as jamaican hair
al my b+tches with the sh+ts, jump a b+tch, we ain’t fightin’ fair
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