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illfightyou – brooklyn lyrics

[verse 1: ugly frank]

i got a handjob at the barber shop
look, look
i got a chip on my shoulder,choppa on my hip
i got a new way to multiply the money quick
i got another vendetta, you see that n-gga
you dead em
its easy n-gga, he eatin i’m a hungry pig
merely starvin
k!ll em’ softly or leave his body in parts of
leavin’ never an option
don’t grieve the dearly departed just leak em
black hammerhead shark willie beamen
brazilian goddess modeling gargling my s-m-n
seen a couple n-ggas whose runnin’ with heavy schemers
so i had to k!ll em off quick
peelin’ off when that drum hit
will em in that ambulance
thizzle dance at the function
antidepressant and still i manage to function
i told you n-ggas i run with
a couple wolves and we takin’ a couple pull
from the blunt and we f-ckin’ running the jungle
juggle with your life and stuff all your cake in a duffle
double out my sk8 hi’s
ammunition and gang signs
n-ggas f-ck you over your b-tches did at the same time
miss me with your problems you silly b-tch cause it ain’t mine
mobbin’ down the kush with a 22 in my pocket
that’s 2200 dollars for 22 [?]
ridin’ through it calmly i’m lobster tailing with pasta
stumblin’ through your door with my bl–dy shoes on your carpet
i’m labeled a f-ckin’ problem
i’m young as f-ck and i’m wilin
i’m lurkin’ by your garage
just keep quiet give me your wallet
i’m gone
[verse 2: khris p.]
like a bed-stuy legend, i run it
bet i wreck it and rummage, keep it coming
my condolences to yo b-tch, yeah (drop that -ss)
p-ssy plunder she push me until i pull up on all you n-ggas point blank period
time of the month, c-nt (sandlot)
catching bodies
hock loogies ain’t worth my snot
i brought sand to the beach, what up to the lot
miscreants, misdemeanors, mickeys by the liter
throwing back like mitch-ll & ness, ain’t nothing creepy
cuz everywhere i go, it’s like tbs
an eye on me, i-double l f you to the rest
who watching me? eyes out they sh-ll
blew up to the set, pull em off and throw em cross the room so you can see what’s next
my fault i’m thinking out loud, i be having these crazy visions, a crystal ball from the cloud
it was written, nastradamus, toking a pound of loud and it’s eerie, n0body listen and uh… look at me now, but uh…
back to your b-tch, we were playing twister, she very limber (she is)
limboed under my d-ck, kissing on my melons (uh-huh?)
ignorant, everything we supposed to be
filthy rich n-gga, everything we about to be
blowing money like it’s nothing, yeah n-gga, f-ck with me
counting cash, getting top, tool sitting under me
i’m just a young n-gga out’chere hustling, breaking into cash on the money tree, so f-ck with me

[verse 3: evergreenone]

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