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brownlife - lakeshore freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: midlife.]
better act right
spit on the mic like a fat dyk-
better sit tight
shapen up kid or lose your life
call your bluff? yeah i just might
i’ll beat ya -ss if you coming at me
all my friends and my family tree
understand the vision we try to achieve
bandwagons stay but eventually leave
i live in the present not the past my whole life is a bad cast of actors who don’t wanna act keeping the sk!ll in the game busting out tracks with the sk!ll that you lack
come out the gates with an ak
grinding too hard since the first day
i don’t even care what you will say
talk trash but you just play all god d-mn day
keep running your mouth and i will just spray
closing my eyes pull out the ak shoot your insides cause i do not play yeah i just k!ll murder for you the thrill calling me dolla cause i keep it trill
kids be saying the same sh-t that’s why you are just a lame kid
that’s what i just do not mess with
the negativity you sprouting
sad kid stay pouting
did little baby just have her first outing
been in the game for too long how many days i don’t know who’s counting
it’s everyday bro
f-ck what you thinking i come with the flow
i’m k!llin the b-tch and i k!ll for the show
hanging her from her toes k!lling a b-tch for the fun
man it is fun and i just be gone and it’s not enough
f-cking a b-tch for the fun man
now i’m a dad just had six kids with the minivan
going to soccer practice man you know that i can
f-ckin’ a b-tch f-ckin’ a van
yeah exhaust pipe, and my d-ck in the exhaust pipe
man i’m getting burnt real bad
man i wish i knew my real dad
yeah f-ck everything that i had
f-ck everything that i had
money is nothing to me (x2)
money is just a tree (yeah)
technically it’s just a tree
what do you think about paper? it is all that i see
paper is all that i need, paper is all that i’ll be, paper is all that i need
f-cking your kid i’ll hang him from his toes right from a tree

[verse 2: regan]
i’m crispy
with my brown skin i’m nifty
your girl call my name i’m listening
i spazz on the call me tristan
i live in a cage i”m wildin’
telephone rings i’m smiling
see me now i’m fine then
fire your boss be a fireman
put out the flames you’re flying
grade a now guess your prime then
take 3 days you’re prolly dying then
lets be real you’re prolly proud of this
(ya)
lovin’ the b-tch throw the first pitch
what celebrity that don’t catfish
i got a nickname call me limp d-ck
meet at the house it’s olympus
b-tch please don’t pretend
what happened then its past tense
its getting late now its past ten
middle finger up how ya been
crazy whip
ballin like i’m living lavish
binging like i’m watching babish
just say hi
your b-tch? (that’s my b-tch)

- brownlife lyrics

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