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brycee, deestaccin - twin sht lyrics

[verse 1: brycee]
riding around wit the heater (skrtt)
he my new opp can wait to meet ya (can’t wait)
feel brezzy but ian go beat her (nope)
she look delicious so i might go eat her (eat it up)
pick her up now we ina 2 seater (skrtt+skrtt)
i’m a family guy but ian peter (nope)
he delusional but can’t treat her (can’t)
tryna take my money, she a gold digger (ayy)

[verse 2: deestaccin]
riding around in a beamer
got a stolen car no kia
heard you talkin shi ima see ya
gotta glock wit a switch you know it’s gone teach ya
n+ggas follow me ima leader
ion want yo b+tch la hoe a eater
pull up all black wit a tool like the reaper
hoe said she love me but you know ion believe ha

[verse 3: brycee]
balling hard like i’m dame (lillard)
seen my opp and gave him a stain (stain)
can’t wait to see him imma take his chain (whoo)
i want the money he want the fame (fame)
i’m a prince wit all this purple regin (purp)
feel like kanye i’m bout to go insane (ye)
after i nut, we can’t hang (nope)
can’t wait to touch a milli like wayne ( a milli)
[verse 4: deestaccin]
you prolly think i changed im the same
n+ggas be broke and lame what a shame
i punch em for talkin feel like i’m dray
you act like a b+tch yo dad the one to blame
if she ain’t suckin d+ck i’m gone should’ve came
she callin me daddy but that ain’t my name
i’m going to hard might start up a flame
she thick and bad call her mary jane

[verse 5: brycee]
he prolly think i’m a goofy (goof)
shot a movie ian talking tubi
i’m fresh as h+ll no two piece (nope)
my b+tch she bad she look like rubi (rubi rose)
she bad as h+ll wit a big booty (gang)
these not purple jeans these ksubis (slatt)
me and bro splurging all in dis louie (okay)
she think i’m dumb you can’t fool me (no)

[verse 6: deestaccin]
i got her drippin wet like she julie
this ain’t no simi when it shoot it’s a fully
i might suck on yo thighs but ain’t eating the coochie
my n+ggas insane be straight outta juvie
she f+ck like pinky i call her juicy
ion wear gucci i prefer louis
they watch what i do these n+ggas be fruity
got all these shootas like it’s call of duty
[verse 7: brycee]
paper chasing steady stacking (stack)
seen my opp, and said why you lacking (why)
after i smash she said i was packing (smash)
i said i know cause i beat yo back in
you not a actor so quit acting
if he want a feature imma tax him (tax)
bout to take flight the way i’m reacting (flight)
ian soulja boy but my n+gga what’s happening (what’s happening)

[verse 8: deestaccin]
catch him lackin why he packin
glock gotta switch yk it shoot rapid
we aim at his head check the beam on his jacket
go check the score thought you n+ggas was tappin
switch the gear up the score
then diss on yo hood and
lets see who still laughin
i touch bout 5 bandz a day no need to cap it
she said i be scammin nah baby this trappin

- brycee deestaccin lyrics

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