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brownboyjesus - no intro lyrics

[hook]
ooooo
ice cold, no intro
cold as the winter in the desert when the wind blow
stefon diggs, no helmet in the endzone
i’m) about to switch the flow with the motherf+ckin’ tempo
cold as the image of a kid on his tiptoes, chin on the window
waiting for his dad to get home, man up, come back
he ain’t ever done that, fun fact, yo i used to run track

i got a story to tell, i got this lesson i learned
f+cked with this she devil, she came from h+ll
what you think happen?+those bridgеs is burned
don’t you go laughing cuz that sh+t it hurt
i picked you up, cleanеd the dust from your shirt
you let me down and left out in the dirt
the way that you acting is straight up absurd
then my reaction is rash and disturbed
i’ll cut your brakes and then tailgate your ass
so that you press the gas and i clap as you swerve
our past is blacker than ash in the urn
these days it’s getting real hard to discern
who’s on my team and who’s waiting they turn
who taking credit that i know they ain’t earn
i heard what you said and it raised some concerns
(it raised some concerns)
like why would a boss go and bother himself with comments that’s coming from f+cking interns?
i got three b+tches they cum when i f+ck them in turns
hope that you come to your senses and send me those beats by the first, cuz i’ll beat the f+ck outta b+tch and get bond by the third
bum ass b+tch go and talk to the birds
let go of my d+ck and hang on to my words
[hook]
ooooo
ice cold, no intro
cold as the winter in the desert when the wind blow
stefon diggs, no helmet in the endzone
i’m) about to switch the flow with the motherf+ckin’ tempo
cold as the image of a kid on his tiptoes, chin on the window
waiting for his dad to get home, man up, come back
he ain’t ever done that, fun fact, yo i used to run track
(so i pull up on the corner with a stick, let it hit)

“for real though who flowin’ like this? ya’ll sound good, look good, but put that sh+t on paper let me see what the f+ck y’all talking about. sh+t ain’t sh+t.”

you lost your common sense when you started commentating on your inner optical
you wanna cross me ? the consequence+ you in a hospital
comatose state where you stiff as a popsicle
i’ll plant a seed in your conscious then pray that it blossoms and drain all the oxygen possible
i helped you up when you were down on your luck, so why in the f+ck are you one of my obstacles?
(hold up hold up)
why in the f+ck am i wasting my breath?
i guess that i’m blessed and this the side effect
leach ass b+tches all latched on my neck
i cut them off, put that cancer in check
lames want to be me but lacking respect
shoutout my two fans, that’s ashley and jeff
the b+st+rdly rapper got gas in my chest
call me the ref, you get slapped with a tech
plastic ass rappers get sn+tched out they dress
and i’m jogging backwards but can’t take a rest
this ain’t no flocking, i’m passing the test
if you on my team, i’m demanding the best
started with others, the only one left
and you one of the worst but i wish you the best
cuz i know it’s some sh+t you can’t manifest
i know that some b+tches destined for death..
[hook]
ooooo
ice cold, no intro
cold as the winter in the desert when the wind blow
stefon diggs, no helmet in the endzone
i’m) about to switch the flow with the motherf+ckin’ tempo
cold as the image of a kid on his tiptoes, chin on the window
waiting for his dad to get home, man up, come back
he ain’t ever done that, fun fact, yo i used to run track

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