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lil brizzy - come in last lyrics

[intro]:
don lucciano
lil brizzy n-gg-

[hook]:
i got homies that done lied
i got n-gg-s that done change
pray to god and close my eyes
ask him take away my pain
don’t got cards so i can’t deal
i ain’t lyin this sh-t for real
don’t n-body even care how we feel yea yea yea
feeling right but living wrong
so much sh-t been goin on
n-gg-s act like they for you
like 7 feet they play along
i just go harder for that cash
i stay down and bust my -ss
i do the dash i’ll be d-mned to come in last yea yea yea

[verse 1]:
i’m popping like c-ke
i like to laugh and you n-gg-s is jokes
you boys in my scope
go straight to the top i ain’t climbing no rope
so much drip get a boat
i’m flyer than doves i ain’t talking bout soap
i’ll smash on ya hoe
she deleted the messages we on the low
talking that sh-t you get split like a rello
b-tch i can not settle cuz im from the ghetto
we got the sticky ain’t talking bout jello
no jello then you taking shots no espresso
these n-gg-s be b-tches so give em stilletos
you can’t ride my wave i ain’t saying h-llo
she like how i move say a n-gg- mellow
end of the night throw it back like it’s retro yea
i’m going hard
boy imma star
remember them days i would rip through the yard
we was just wild it was me and lamar
round the time cobe got hit by a car
we had a ball but no we ain’t playin
man shout out lil dj the whole ddn
we piled up with tj in back the van
me and black down 40 we trying to get bands
man f-ck the law
i make my own rules
i want that green just like whole foods
sorry lil boy i don’t know you
i’m not your friend i’m tryna be cool
friends how you get yo -ss put on the news
a n-gg- gon die if i pull out that tool
and i will not lose so i give them the blues

[verse 2]:
geek like my head in the books
brizzy stay wild yea that n-gg- off the hook
if a n-gg- geekin i’ll leave a n-gg- shook
cuz that broomstick longer than that n-gg- shaqs foot
drop a location n-gg-s know where i’m at
dont you pull up to the front n-gg- pull up to the back
i ain’t talking bout serena when i say i need them racks
imma live the sweet life like my first name zack
facts
i’m on that yak
decided to drive i know god got my back
i sold some drugs but i do not trap
do something i love i hopped on a track
you is a scrub boy we do not match
like look where i’m from and look where i’m at
yea yea
ballin like harden and paul
money junkie so i can not fall

[hook]:
i got homies that done lied
i got n-gg-s that done change
pray to god and close my eyes
ask him take away my pain
don’t got cards so i can’t deal
i ain’t lyin this sh-t for real
don’t n-body even care how we feel yea yea yea
feeling right but living wrong
so much sh-t been goin on
n-gg-s act like they for you
like 7 feet they play along
i just go harder for that cash
i stay down and bust my -ss
do the dash i’ll be d-mned to come in last yea yea yea

- lil brizzy lyrics

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