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bruiser brigade - molly whop lyrics

[intro: danny brown]
yeah n-ggas
bruiser, b-tch
check!

[verse 1: fat ray]
shook up the world like ali
know a motherf-cker want to rob me
make a p-ssy n-gga can’t stand me
drawin’ on the b-tches like stan lee
k!llin’ little n-ggas like a plan b
i’m workin’ ’til the motherf-ckin’ fam eat
makin’ bags, breakin’ back
bangin’ plaid, palm trees
all week, bruiser b-tch it go b-lls deep
she fall asleep
btich thought she was finna surfboard
threw her on the motherf-ckin’ jet ski
and it’s ‘gon be a motherf-ckin’ turf war
for any n-gga tryna disrespect me
i’m bustin’ like a motherf-ckin’ ar-15
make a n-gga never want to lay that sixteen
never was a n-gga finna play that b-tch [?]
’bout to get your motherf-ckin’ maybach switch [?]
gang sign language, n-gga what that l!ck read?
makin’ bad b-tches go and get that whip cream
makin’ bad b-tches go and get that quick weed
somethin’ like a captain on the us swim team
dive on a b-tch, broadcast live on the strip
shoot five, i’ma make this brick leave

[chorus: kash tha kushman]
two bags and some [?]
ridin’ with some liqour
ratchet white hoes get loose for a n-gga
the life that we be livin’ as some hooligan gremlins [?]
n-ggas get greasy, we shootin’ that n-gga
bet a n-gga [?] with the 40-cal pistol
keep a n-gga drippin’ for talkin’ that b-tch sh-t
chopper get to rockin’, two shots with precision
one shot k!ll, i molly whop a n-gga
molly whop a n-gga, i molly whop a n-gga
one shot k!ll, i molly whop a n-gga

[verse 2: danny brown]
check!
time after time like cyndi lauper
beat stay bangin’ like a [?]
flow so cold, b-tton up your parka
never ridin’ shotgun with drunk paul walker
f-ckin’ with a bruiser make you hear that blaw
ak sh-lls these [?]
sittin’ in the co smokin’ on blocka
when we was kids, hit you in the head with the talker
f-ckin’ with the candy, shove your -ss in a locker
’bout to get in it like dopehead chopper
these cartiers, b-tch, not blue blockers
put the d on her like serge ibaka
let them guns sound but my name ain’t waka
heater on the screen like silkk the socker
body boy blocker [?], ain’t no shotta
talkin’ that tough but he an imposter
bruiser brigade, b-tch throw that set up
f-ck what you claim
i got a car full of hoes, 8 ball of blow
and they all suck d-ck and play with their nose
so they all get hit, it don’t matter who you chose
and we hit l!cks, don’t get your sh-t stole
got a pound, all in the zips, and we waitin’ on some more
got a nine on my hip, don’t get your -ss poled [?]
kash tha kushman roll that dope up
live that rate [?] n-gga tryna get f-cked up
yeah we smoke, n-gga put that purp up
wavy off the xany, n-gga so it’s “surf’s up”
kash tha kushman roll that dope up
live that rate [?] n-gga tryna get f-cked up
yeah we smoke, n-gga put that purp up
wavy off the xany, so n-gga it’s “surf’s up”

- bruiser brigade lyrics

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