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g man & bris - sneak peek lyrics

[intro: bris]
laudiano
bris n+gga

[chorus: bris]
ayy, bend it over, baby, you gonna twerk some
that n+gga play with gang, we gon’ hurt some
you on that internet, come and squirt some
n+gga need some work, ain’t got no money, we can work some
ayy, we ain’t callin’ troops, ain’t no peace treaty
say that drill on these count if it’s on tv
we gon’ put it on the news, that’s a sneak peek
double back, we gon’ press rewind, that’s a repeat

[verse 1: bris]
stop actin’ like that guy, you n+ggas not the man
stop speakin’ on that drill, you n+ggas shot and ran
forgot about you n+ggas like i popped a xanax
this 40 that i got’ll air it out like i bought a fan
you ain’t puttin’ up shots, you ain’t make the team
and this 40 got kick, it probably break the beam
and your drill don’t count ’cause they ain’t tape the scene
i’ll be in the trap makin’ money, you n+ggas makin’ memes
long stick hangin’ out, they can tell i got it
baby 40 on my hip, i can’t hide the rocket
dressed in all black like a n+gga gothic
pop a perc, then i hit the booth when i find a topic
i+i+i was sittin’ in that hole, tryna set a goal
if we get this n+gga gone, better not tell a soul
mac j in the kitchen, tryna mel a bow
body on it, or it’s h+lla old if we sell a pole
[chorus: bris]
ayy, bend it over, baby, you gonna twerk some
that n+gga play with gang, we gon’ hurt some
you on that internet, come and squirt some
n+gga need some work, ain’t got no money, we can work some
ayy, we ain’t callin’ troops, ain’t no peace treaty
say that drill on these count if it’s on tv
we gon’ put it on the news, that’s a sneak peek
double back, we gon’ press rewind, that’s a repeat

[verse 2: g man]
my b+tch bad in the foreign and she stupid thick, stupid chips
swervin’ lanes, i got a super b+tch
laughin’ at the f+gs, got my old b+tch super sick
yo, baby dad a rat, he ain’t good, he a super snitch
ayy, i’m in my own lane, goin’ crazy
had to leave the b+tch alone, she was tryna have my baby
always in my section, over there on the daily
catch a flight up out of town to make a rich b+tch pay me
ayy, do these p+ssy n+ggas really want smoke?
every time them n+ggas see me, they just don’t blow
lay a finger on my body, then we gon’ score
bris pour a four back to back, and we smokin’ dope
wanna join the team? you know i need some cho
glock with them beams, draco got a scope
free the whole team, my brother’s comin’ home
speak upon ten letta gang and we gon’ take a soul, n+gga
[chorus: bris]
ayy, bend it over, baby, you gonna twerk some
that n+gga play with gang, we gon’ hurt some
you on that internet, come and squirt some
n+gga need some work, ain’t got no money, we can work some
ayy, we ain’t callin’ troops, ain’t no peace treaty
say that drill on these count if it’s on tv
we gon’ put it on the news, that’s a sneak peek
double back, we gon’ press rewind, that’s a repeat

- g man bris lyrics

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