a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

sibusiso malambe - young grizzly - thawtz of tha brainless lyrics

[verse 1:young grizzly]
ugh, guns out on my mill clip
i want gold chains and a thick b-tch
she’d gimme brains when i lose mine and trouble got that piff lit
smokin’ like magic tricks
blow it like its just wind
she drop it like some coins in a wishing well, no wish list
she ride d-ck, no airbag, so its goin’ down like a plane crash
guns drive me crazy man, im ’bout to hit that brake pad
that rifle told me i got your back
and momma taught me to never act
but my life’s a movie so what the f-ck?
guess i gotta be supporting cast
and that nina got a fat -ss when i hit it, it go “cl1ck, clack”
no ice watch just a wristband
cause i fear the day that sh-t melt
got big plans to kidnap
a big man and his rich dad
throw your body where the fish at
got a hit man who still strapped man
walkin’ out the house them neighbors peekin’ through the window
when they see the blood they have to scream like a bingo
if they asking questions i say nothing like a zero
if you snitchin’ we could sniff it out like police dogs, my n-gga

[hook]
these are the thoughts of the brainless
i l1ck my thumb and i finger her like im pagin’
if we livin’ in h-ll im exhalin’
now she can’t wait to take it off like some braces….

[verse 2]
i got too much on my plate, im smokin pot like boiling water
this is where i draw the line she tryna cross it with some rubbers
(tell ’em) i don’t cure, i swear
my girl got that long hair if im down she be down, that’s that domino effect
(uh) ridin’ round in a cop car
woke up high no false alarm
swung up like nun chucks
got a white girl with pom poms
shoot you on your head n-gga
d-mn, we don’t really care n-gga
cut you n-ggas off like a barber
and do dreadlocks on a hair trigger
sleep late and wake early
smilin’ till my face hurtin’
bus’ it up for a real n-gga imma hit it like it ain’t workin’ mane
got the mic on my hand where the tyson at?
on the road to riches i ain’t trippin’ imma call a cab
bout to l1ck her p-ssy and get tongue tied and burp out
getting bread like a bird brain that gun scope gimme bird eyes
.442 to the five-o and 9 milli to the 6 n-ggas
flamin’ on these haters put them fire fighters outta business
lookin’ on that dark side im the pessimist with a blow torch
call a bad b-tch with a fats -ss to blow me like a fog h-rn
my drinks up, my d-ck up
her skirt down, her -ss out
i hit it till she tap out
then the referee come and break it out
we camp out at your house and shoot at your dog house gettin high on stupid thangs turn a hotel to a ghost-town, grizzly

[hook]
woo, these are the thoughts of the brainless
my gun loaded its aimin’ at your cranium
she gimme cause i dunno where my brain is
if she don’t suck no d-ck then she just basic uh

- sibusiso malambe lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS