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huey briss - less / more lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, tryna put a million where yolanda sleep
keep the [?] so discrete that you didn’t know the crib was on the beach
yo, can’t teach this finesse, it’s a part of me
my last girl so depressed that it startled me
i used to walk but now the engine got a kicker
and i’m hardly off the liquor, but i’m riding with my n-ggas
the fit is so r-t-rded, i could take your older sister
goin’ through my closet telling people i’m that n-gga
your favourite rapper’s favourite spitter, and that’s facts
ask any n-gga i battled in the past
they got it first, but man they couldn’t make it last
it was a treasure ’till ya’ll turned it into trash
so now i’m here to sweep it up and keep it going
i don’t wanna do no songs, i’m not caring who you knowin’
my gun can -n-lyse [?], my voice can birth
got bodied, yeah avoid the church, and i put in work (ay)

[hook]
less talk and more stunt, less molly, more blunt
n-ggas so sus man
less fake more authentic
if i got it then we all win it (ay, ay)
less talk and more stunt, less molly, more blunt
ya’ll n-ggas so sus
less fake more authentic
if i got it then we all win it (ay, ay)

[verse 2]
pieces to the puzzle, i put everything together quick
wonder why you ride the bench, n-gga you ain’t iverson
tryna skip practice, but the answers in the grind of it
if it ain’t ’bout no music i ain’t got time for it
might crack a smile but i’m thinkin’ ’bout the end result
yeah, you got a fanbase, but me i got a cult
they see me on the streets and pay homage
cos i did all this, no cars with no dollars
just hardcore grinder, put my feet to the streets
when ya’ll was sleep i was f-ckin’ with the beats
n-ggas weak, i can tell from the sneaks
floor seats, n-gga, lakers vs the heat
i was taught to keep the money, f-ck the other sh-t
you ain’t really got it ’till you make your brother rich
yeah, let that one sink
all you n-ggas tryna be like me

- huey briss lyrics

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