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brrrberry$horty - empty stomach lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah
(sosa, you made this b-tch?)
yeah
what
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
gang
yeah, yeah
gang

[chorus]
sipping on lean on an empty stomach
i’m in the traphouse countin’ hunneds
you wanna be like me, little n-gg-, stop stuntin’
i thought we was beefin’, i pull up, you runnin’
no, i can’t wake up for church on sunday
d-mn, i’m in the trap getting money
keeping a glock ’cause a n-gg- move funny
d-mn, hop out the cut, i’m gunnin’ it

[verse]
brrrberry$horty, i came from nothin’
try to take mine, i’m going out dumpin’
in the h-llcat, you can hear that b-tch comin’
can’t give you the sack, i heard you be fumblin’
catch him at the light, we flippin’ his whip
he wit’ his b-tch, i empty the clip
talking that sh-t, now it’s off wit’ his lips
i’m on them percs, i’m finna trip
sipping on red and i’m smoking biscotti
feeling like peewee, i’m geeked in the lobby
fifty bands on me, make you wanna rob me
play with the mob get popped like some molly
sipping on tech, sipping on raw
in the ‘partments servin’ dope out the hall
i’m uppin’ it like i hit you in the jaw
p-ss me the dope and i ball like john wall

- brrrberryhorty lyrics

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