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danny brown – bruiser brigade freestyle at a boxing gym – selector lyrics

[danny brown]

check!

i done popped a pill and i don’t give a f-ck
ask b mo ya think i made it up
i’m turnt up, your b-tch turnt out
she sucked all my n-ggas d-cks in that dope house
i’m getting money now, whatcha know about it?
f-ck around and im’a show you about it
put stacks on your head
we gon’ f-ck around and put a noose around it

my n-ggas spit some gun powder
turn your face to clam chowder
we eating good, smokin’ kush
i done had three hoes in a two-way shower
i don’t care about you fake n-ggas
i don’t f-ck with none of y’all
b-tch i’ll take your boxes
all i need is one phone call

shout to my n-gga name dolla dave
my n-ggas like runaway slaves from caves
they in the field, but they ain’t picking cotton
all they wanna know is where the boxes
where the mag at? where the sag at?
mag to your face, think they ain’t gon’ p-ss that?
bruiser brigade
bruiser brigade
bruiser bridage
we don’t give no f-ck

[dopehead]

i’m on linwood rolling up that iraq
i can’t put no more b-tches in my contacts
i weigh my work on my palms, f-ck a pyrex
your b-tch pulled it out and f-cked me up in imax

reefer roastin, chiefin chokin’ keep my lyrics potent
haters notice i’m the dopest, fakers keep my focused
pockets full of oxys and this b-tch about to snort it
these rappers trunk rappers, want to f-ckin’ full forward it

everybody strapped, all my b-tches head hunters
devil’s heaven free my n-ggas serving dead numbers
i’m in the street with the gremlins about 100 deep
f-ck cpr, chopper leave ’em rip

i’m the hulk on bath salts
i’m the hulk on bath salts
dophead k!llin’ sh-t on purpose n-gga
y’all on that broke sh-t
tuesday dollar church’s n-gga

[chavis chandler]

i’m cleaned up and still represent the streets
young black mother f-cker with the flow
that got you asking “who is that mother f-cker?”
turn your favorite mc into that wack mother f-cker
polo trench got me feeling like shaft
posting up on n-gga’s composition cause i’m bad
n-ggas and these b-tches keep my name in their mouth
my name in their mouth, their mouth on my shaft

oh god d-mn, talking is cheap
i did a lot of sh-t and it was all cause of me
didn’t even have to leave, did it all from the d
n-ggas wanna diss, but they all gotta sneak
the flow like sneaks, yours general release
n-ggas know i’m instrumental to these f-cking beats
flow hard like it was trying to sail the t-tanic’s kitchen sink

ah! n-gga i’m k!llin’ this sh-t
east 7 mile and we been in this b-tch
by the time you get it, i done been in that sh-t
cup of faygo pour some liquor in that b-tch
i ain’t driving sh-t unless the tint in that b-tch
shut your mouth before i put my d-ck in that b-tch
east 7 mile, i gotta get rich
bruiser! we k!llin’ this sh-t

[zelooperz]

put my p-n-s in your pie hole, bout to go viral
two b-tches on my d-ck like these hoes ’bout to tight rope
got these b-tches stuck like they’re sippin’ on some sizzer
i put ’em walking to the store in a blizzard
used to walk miles in a blizzard
???
f-ck, f-ck
f-ck all the rumors, let my d-ck make a statement
hood rat hater, b-tch catch vapors
n-ggas jackin’ off they style. master. baiter
let the k decay him. put his -ss in labor

- danny brown lyrics

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