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bris - wit that mask lyrics

[intro]
gang
n+ggas on the internet
aye, n+gga, i ain’t into that
aye, n+ggas on that internet
(sparky made it slap, n+gga)
aye, i ain’t really into that

[chorus]
we gon’ push the line, not a sp+cebar
we gon’ put a sucker in the graveyard
aye, pull up with that ar
got my stripes in my hood like a racecar
and this chop got bass like a stereo
we gon’ pull up with that mask, rey mysterio
aye, i been making noise, they don’t hear me though
yeah, my circle h+lla small like a cheerio
[verse 1]
aye, pull up with that mask, you gon’ beat the case
aye, you gon’ bеat the case, they can’t see your facе
pull up with that 38, it don’t leave no trace
when i let this bird off it’s gon’ eat a snake
i’ll do it for the cheese and k!ll a rat too
the hitter out the litter, n+ggas cat food
pull up for mac j and let that mac shoot
i just want some cake like a fat dude
aye, headed to the top, see me at the bottom
aye, i just want some green, feeling like a goblin
aye, i just want some money but it become a problem
aye, walking with that chopper, it’s gon’ always solve it
aye, thirty on my waist, it’s in my jeans touching
aye, n+ggas with that staring and that mean+mugging
everybody got pole, whole team thugging
when we let these sticks off, you ain’t seen nothing

[chorus]
we gon’ push the line, not a sp+cebar
we gon’ put a sucker in the graveyard
aye, pull up with that ar
got my stripes in my hood like a racecar
and this chop got bass like a stereo
we gon’ pull up with that mask, rey mysterio
aye, i been making noise, they don’t hear me though
yeah, my circle h+lla small like a cheerio
[verse 2]
aye, cutting n+ggas off, circle getting small
you know we got that pole when we in the mall
aye, this is how you move when you get involved
aye, got that fifty ball, you gon’ get it all
aye, they didn’t see my face, mask on the camera
aye, you don’t bust that pole, pass me the hammer
aye, snitch n+gga told, [?]
i was banging fruitridge, i was in that slammer
i just bought a g man, named it meadowview
i’ma p+ss on my hands for that residue
what’s up with your mans? he don’t never shoot
pull up in my hood, i’ll embarrass you
i just want a million dollars for my mom dukes
i’m just trapping in my hood on the mongoose
we finna blow up like a bomb do
i’m fruitridge, this the bloods, n+gga, [?]

- bris lyrics

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