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mori briscoe - captain underpants lyrics

[verse one]:
i told bro if you see him then pull it
all of y’all opps been puttin’ y’all through it
[?] bro, like what did y’all do?
he tryna run, he got hit wit’ a bullet
like, ain’t you gang affiliated?
running from affiliated
like, ain’t you humiliated?
he seen an opp and he deviated

[verse two]:
[?]
you was hittin’ my mans for the work [?]
n+ggas on d+ck, keep mentioning nick
brodie a crash out, smokin’ on blaze
my lil floxk gon send that shot
i got a bag, go bend that block
said he not woo, but he d+ckrode pop
you ain’t did sh+t to not one of your opps
look
[verse three]:
talkin’ on me, that’s not wise
tearin’ up v when i ride by
[?] throw shots when i slide by
no leonard when his moms scream “kha why?”
opp seen ‘em, tryna sеttle the score
and leeky lockеd himself inside the store
all of that bl!ck on em when you rappin’
got caught without it, he be cappin’ for sure

[verse four]:
talkin’ bout toughin’ up, but it’s structure up
man i wonder who front more?
thinkin’ he tupac, til he get two shots
bullets go right through his front door
and that’s wit’ a nine, imagine a .40
play my music, now she actin’ naughty
switch up the flow, you’re startin’ to bore me
repeatin’ yourself and that sh+t gettin’ corny

[verse five]:
don’t past me a spliff wit’ no block in it
whatever he jack, then i’m droppin’ it
i pour a sprite, then a wock in it
i spin his block wit’ a red flag on
sh+t they gon think that the wok did it
i kno’ that some of y’all n+ggas be lackin’
a couple of structures is coppin’ it
[verse six]:
look at ‘em, he ungrateful
man i hate the n+ggas that get fame too
how you babiiiezk and they made you?
when i see kha, leeky can’t save you
i don’t care what kinda gun he got
if he bunny hop, he catch a tummy shot
n+ggas rappin’ and they gettin’ shot
said they gettin’ back, but we kno’ they not

[verse seven]:
why these n+ggas wanna beef wit’ me?
keep a g wit’ me, and a beam wit’ me
f+ck a lee drilly, i might leave drilly
now they all sad, they gon grieve drilly
if i pour a cup, kno’ it’s mud in there
if we in the spot, got a gun in here
they made kha struc go and run in fair
and they stripped that n+gga to his underwear
look

[verse eight]:
gettin’ stripped out your pants, that’s ode
like a catfish, n+ggas don’t kno’ me
like lebron, all these n+ggas can’t hold me
lil opp treesh on d+ck, tell her blow me
and [?] got left by the deli
if it’s up, then it’s stuck yeah i’m ready
[?], and he punchin’ i’m deady
how is he tough?, n+ggas gave him a wedgie

- mori briscoe lyrics

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