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yd brinks - free zee lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
ayy
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse]
i get money, i don’t f+ck with doggy bone ’cause he a b+tch
i could walk in with two 30s, every glizzy got a switch
i don’t want no codefendant ’cause them p+ssy n+ggas snitch
lil’ p+ssy you was hawkin’, finna feed this ho a d+ck
you would catch me flyin’ all in the six with my bl!ck
you’d catch me in the ‘cat doin’ donuts right on vick
you’d get your ass stepped on just for talkin’ sh+t
i know you heard of big brinks, b+tch, i been a walkin’ l!ck
send a b+tch, yeah, i lied, n+gga reach, then he dyin’
set the play, yes, he tried, guaranteed you get to die
you ain’t never seen a chopper bullet open n+ggas up
you ain’t never seen a .45 fold a n+gga up
treat a n+gga like a picture, i’d blow a n+gga up
hit a n+gga whole pint, i’d roll a n+gga up
i’m the leader of the race, i’d flow a n+gga up
you might catch us all in mandy on a monday thirtied up
shoot a n+gga in his stomach, i’ma leave him bloated up
i might bring an old yop, though, smoky, load it up
i don’t hang with too many apes, yes, it’s only us
in the cap we be trippin’, tryna catch them n+ggas slippin’
i’ma k!ll a whole ass, yeah, i heard them n+ggas tweakin’
in the ham with some b+tches, n+gga try me then he finished
n+gga played with the wrong one and got his life ended
get the drop then we spinnin’, wrap his body up in lenox
brothers die every night ’cause your baby boy be sinnin’
catch a body then we dippin’, k!ll the wrong n+ggas twitchin’
brodie hit him in his stomach, left his p+ssy ass twitchin’
tryna leave a n+gga jittin’, so r+t+rded, i need ritalin
finna leave a p+ssy+ass n+gga body right on plymouth
then i duck off
told his n+gga mama when i catch him, we gon’ bust off
aim this chopiana at his stomach, knock his nuts off
aim the glockiana at his stomach, knock his guts off
the b+tch i sell hard, i ain’t never even touched soft
knock a grown man, now i knock a n+gga buffs off
lame keep asking what the motherf+ckin’ puff cost?
sh+t, keep playin’ with me, i’d turn you to a l!ck (ayy)
keep playin’ with me, i’d turn you to a brick
put a bag on your head, now your whole gang sick (lil’ b+tch)

- yd brinks lyrics

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