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bris - jefe ( lyrics

[intro]
(thissh+tgoracimo)
look, aye aye

[chorus]
all that beef on ig, that’s a dp (that’s a dp)
i be in the streets with this broom, don’t get street sweeped (bah)
i can’t follow n+ggas like my knees weak (uh uh)
and my circle small like the middle of a cd (small circle)
30 d+ck clip f+ck the scene up, this a s+xtape (this a s+xtape)
i’ma air it out and shoot first like i’m jefe (air it out)
f+ck the vest, the bullets that i gotta make your chest break (make your chest break)
the suckas k!lled my brother, now it’s time to up the death rate (up that score)

[verse 1]
everything truе, they k!lled my brother was a saddеr story (was a sadder story)
slide on probation, lil’ brodie hold that hammer for me (hold that blammer for me)
if we catch a score i wanna know, would you glam it for me? (would you glam it for me?)
acting like a hoe, i bust that pole ’cause it’s mandatory (that’s a mando)
the bullets hit him and his b+tch, that’s domestic violence (that’s domestic violence)
every time the police question me, i kept it silent (shh)
i be up in traffic showing shacks, i’m reckless driving (skrt, skrt)
and it’s f+ck the diamonds but you know they got my necklace shining (f+ck the diamonds)
sliding through the hood, blowing woods, got my eyes low (got my eyes low)
catch them up in traffic, the car spinning that’s a side show (that’s a side show)
you don’t wanna slide? you look scared, you said you might though (you said you might though)
the suckas called a plumber every time i let that pipe blow (boom)
30 hanging out the glock it’s looking like a suicide (like a suicide)
n+ggas cross gang, then a n+gga get crucified (huh?)
go to a game, you pick a team, gotta choose a side (gotta choose a side)
n+ggas tell the truth and they lie when the bullets fly (bah)
[chorus]
all that beef on ig, that’s a dp (that’s a dp)
i be in the streets with this broom, don’t get street sweeped (bah)
i can’t follow n+ggas like my knees weak (uh uh)
and my circle small like the middle of a cd (small circle)
30 d+ck clip f+ck the scene up, this a s+xtape (this a s+xtape)
i’ma air it out and shoot first like i’m jefe (air it out)
f+ck the vest, the bullets that i gotta make your chest break (make your chest break)
the suckas k!lled my brother, now it’s time to up the death rate (up that score)

[verse 2]
i’ma make it off this rap, either way ’cause it ain’t a way (’cause it ain’t a way)
i be in the field every day like shane and zay (like shane and zay)
i just bought a k out the crate, who came to play? (pah, pah)
i be making plays and i’ma score with a shake and bake (huh?)
told them i’m in the booth right now, lemme call you later (lemme call you later)
and i’m that n+gga in the family that do all the favors (that do all the sh+t)
n+ggas know that they couldn’t run when they saw the lasers (when they saw the stick)
i just popped a perc’ that got me rolling like some toilet paper (gang)
n+ggas say they sliding, we ain’t dying, tell them “keep trying” (gang)
tell them that we give them face shots, n+gga free ike (n+gga free ike)
i be up in frisco with yo b+tch feeding sea lions (feeding sea lions)
how you gon’ suck the next man you can d ride (you a d+cksucker)
your man’s acting hard for that b+tch, and you know he soft (and you know he soft)
tell her “f+ck with me” i’m on my grind like i’m tony hawk (like i’m tony hawk)
and i got a job, i be on time i’m the only boss (i’m the only boss)
and she on my line, she say i’m fine, she wanna show me off (huh?)
[chorus]
all that beef on ig, that’s a dp (that’s a dp)
i be in the streets with this broom, don’t get street sweeped (bah)
i can’t follow n+ggas like my knees weak (uh uh)
and my circle small like the middle of a cd (small circle)
30 d+ck clip f+ck the scene up, this a s+xtape (this a s+xtape)
i’ma air it out and shoot first like i’m jefe (air it out)
f+ck the vest, the bullets that i gotta make your chest break (make your chest break)
the suckas k!lled my brother, now it’s time to up the death rate (up that score)

[outro]

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