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mori briscoe - street talk lyrics

(shiggy the shiggy the shiggy the shiggy)
(drippy the drippy the drippy the drippy)

verse 1: mori briscoe
she gonna f-ck cuz my bands up
glock behind the ferragamo i can barely hold my pants up
bullets burn him like a tanner
crack a chevy and its litt now i got a santander
gang in the back i know they lurking
milo pull up put that work in (boom boom)
i call up nick and he done ’em
runnin’ through packs and them racks now we dumpin’
i swear this blicky won’t jam
could never switch up on my mans (how the f-ck you switch up)
i could never ever switch
i could never snitch
never turn a b-tch
know i’m f-ckin’ up a 6
d’d up are you dumb?
pieces always litt (racks)
know i’m owner of the bit
countin’ up the checks while i f-ck your b-tch (racks racks)
blick make ’em holler no hitman
tried to run down how ya blick jam?
keep a blicky on me that’s for casualties
imma blam with my mans that got accuracy
30 shots what i hold in the magazine gang (bltt bow)
30 shots what i hold in the magazine (gltt)

verse 2: trapgod glizzoe
they not on my level now
they say that they lurking so i tote the metal now
babas say h-llo now
stackin’ my bread tryna get out the ghetto now
and i stay with a full clip
when i put it to your ear you gonna think its a q-tip
get swept with a broomstick
blick in his teeth i think its a toothpick
tryna get to that bag
dip from the jakes then skirt in a jag
the opps really doing bad
spicin’ and twirlin’ she call me her dad
i live my life like a movie
opps in the field and they keep tryna shoot me (but they miss)
you can get smoked like a loosie
she want me to k!ll but she got the cooties (eww)
i’m from new york where they throwing up rakes or they throwing up woo
and everyone knows you can’t be both so you better choose
and i cannot go i keep a pole stay with like 2 (like what)
run up and i shoot (like what)
boy you could get boomed (boom boom boom)

verse 3: milo floxks
n-gg-s talk this and that
but i talk facts like the back of a snapple cap (boom boom boom)
flatbush where i’m at you pull up get clapped got chops we gon deal with that
if you flockin’ i’m shootin’ back
and if it’s boa then my n-gg-s from iraq
no time for an opposition
my n-gg-s on a mission on a road to that f-ckin’ chicken
my n-gg-s be geekin’ and drippin’
figi shots what my n-gg-s be sendin’
adidas for the go n-gg-s know i never told my n-gg-s ain’t takin no losses
see a opp he get blown out proportion
free all my blixkys the extortionists
and y’all dumb lil n-gg-s gon’ forfeit
cuz this year y’all be takin’ these losses
your treesh in the spot and she givin’ us top
said y’all n-gg-s be holdin’ these chops (thottiee)
how you claim that you flock? but you never flock?
you just be holding the chop
free bito and bam tg
we spinnin’ y’all block in mcqueen’s
i ain’t really with the facebook
catch a opp slippin’ and he gon’ get his face cooked (gltttt)

- mori briscoe lyrics

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