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levit8 & zivsick - brainless lyrics

[verse 1: zivsick]
i been riding ’round the block, tryna show it off
i got money to the point that i could blow it all
y’all been moving too slow, got a hundred on the stove
do you like the way i go? let me know, yes
i been f+ckin’ on a jasmine, a pretty b+tch
tunes had go from broke up to really rich
i make music for the deaf, you can feel my sh+t
hustle like i’m chapo, y’all don’t know who you been dealing with
if you want some f+ckin’ art you gotta pay my ass
tickets selling out the show, 20 on the dash
i been down in el dorado with my riches
desperado, got my weapons
she about to get avenged
(let’s go!)
i’m in the army ’cause i got them shooters behind the scenes
i wasn’t sh+t, but the moment i’m big, everyone spending time with me
love when she call me angel, i got some tricks up inside my sleeve, yeah
b+tches be flooding my dms, i stunt and i leave ’em
from a.m. to p.m., i see ’em and run
all of these b+tches are sleeping for what?
master of all, unappealing to none
i got that flow like i’m tech n9ne
sound like i’m featured on “speedom” or something
put in the work and they thinking’ it’s fun
spit like a chopper, i bring in the guns
all of these b+tches my clones, i’m starting to feel like i’m f+cking leticia from “us”

[hook: levit8]
and now i’m living rent free inside your new bind
look into my eyes
what will you find?
money, drugs, b+tches, and sadness galore
i put good d+ck at the top of my rapport
and she living rent free inside your new bind
look into my eyes
what will you find?
money, drugs, b+tches, and sadness galore
i put money, drugs, b+tches, and sadness galore

[verse 2: levit8]
all i know is i don’t f+ck with b+tches no more
yeah, shawty from the streets, i send that b+tch to store
yeah, i can’t complain
get that b+tch out of the frame
in the whip i hit the lane switch
lil’ shawty, brainless
birken bag, birkenstock’s
got right out
she hurt my stock
but no, i ain’t worthless
my new b+tch burstin’
her new boy crazy
o.j., 80’s
baby boy want smoke, but can’t even face me
i’m way too busy so get all off my d+ck
yeah, my new life steaming, in the sauna i sit
and you’re right there, streaming all my trauma for cl!cks
poppin’ off at msg, like i was bombin’ the knicks
i’m a speed demon
can’t hang with these heathens
he’s begging for a fight, can tell that he’s fiendin’
he wanna knock me out, sh+t, it beats sleepin’
with the fit, i just walked out
a low+key evening
yeah, i feel like basquiat
just pulled up to mardi gras
paparazzi all on y’all
windbreakers and audemars
f+ck a rollie, ’cause i know it’s my time
keep a steady cash flow, ’cause i stay pulling dimes

- levit8 zivsick lyrics

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