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brxckin - homage lyrics

[intro]
ay, hold on
n+gga what?
trim timing
we on that
bricktastic

[verse]
ain’t osama but i’m making plans
we finna fly right up to j+pan
you getting checks, but lil’ n+gga i’m getting bands
popped me a t, before we go land
i don’t want to talk to a b+tch, i can’t stand
he tried to run off but we popped his ass then
we hitting his b+tch, while he popping them xans
bricktastic season, lil n+gga, you know what i’m on
i got this lil’ b+tch trying to hit up my phone
she been sucking d+ck, you know that she gone
i know i ain’t wrong
she f+cking with n+ggas, she f+cking with b+tches
we giving toe tags to them motherf+cking snitches
we running him down in these motherf+cking britches
we shoot in the air and we watch how he twitches
n+gga comе on, just watch how i flow
we throw his ass down just like tony romo
she askеd me to f+ck, man, i told her h+ll no
i can’t wife a b+tch, especially a ho
she asked me to stay, i told the b+tch “go”
they tried to hang with me, b+tch n+gga, h+ll no
i don’t give a f+ck n+gga, what you on
if he play with me, man we get him gone
these n+ggas be snakes, boy get the f+ck on
n+gga claim that he real, but that n+gga wrong
that b+tch was a ho, but she was my sl+t
she kissing them n+ggas, lips filled with my nut
hit her from the back then i f+ck up her b+tt
she know that she feel it, i’m all in her gut
my d+ck in her face, she feeling the nut
i hate all you n+ggas, can’t f+ck with a b+tch
man, how the f+ck you tell, lil n+gga you snitch
man, we on the road, we finna get rich
that boy run in place, lil’ boy in a glitch
i feel like ben 10, got that omnitrix
she think i’m a fool, can’t fall for your tricks
if i pull out that pole, i know i won’t miss
we left his ass bleeding, threw him in a ditch
chilling at the crib, eating on that ramen
i don’t give a f+ck boy, i’m not paying homage
he acting real weird, get the f+ck from round me
we blew that sh+t up like osama bin laden
i’m toting that stick, shooting from the comets
don’t give a f+ck, n+gga, bout your comments
we shoot that stick, n+gga, like a rocket
i’m toting that stick, shooting from the comets
[outro]
i’m toting the stick, shooting from the comets, n+gga
shooting from the comets n+gga
i’m trim as f+ck n+gga
real brick sh+t
first class too
your turn n+gga

- brxckin lyrics

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