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yungmalflowsocrazy - brim to da stone lyrics

[intro]
yall know what the f-ck is going on man, flow so brim, 5-9 nine prime time upstate heavy hitta (ville boys)

[chorus]
you dont want no smoke, dont want no jazz, n-gga
got the fully automatic with an extra mag, n-gga
super mario the way i smash, n-gga
i be going hard draco, put your sh-t on blast, n-gga
fifty thousand in the f-cking stash, n-gga
got about a hundred hundreds in a f-cking dash, n-gga
if you a opp, then we on your -ss, n-gga
bullets chop a n-gga down like we mowing gr-ss, n-gga
what the f-ck, if a n-gga want a problem try yo mama’s billies up
young blood gang n-gga with the f-cking “f-ck a crip”
see a sand walking, shoot him in his lip
oh sh-t, got his baby mama sucking d-ck

[bridge]
yeah i’m 5-9, b-tches prime time, filayo brim
brimlayo, my apes shoot you nine times
sixtynine, it was good, ninetythree was even better
red bandana on my b-tch and make that p-ssy even wetter
brimlayo, all my apes, they gon say filayo brim
brimlayo, all my apes, they gon say filayo brim
brimlayo, all my apes, they gon say filayo brim
its 5-9, prime time, who the f-ck is them?

[chorus]
you dont want no smoke, dont want no jazz, n-gga
got the fully automatic with an extra mag, n-gga
super mario the way i smash, n-gga
i be going hard draco, put your sh-t on blast, n-gga
fifty thousand in the f-cking stash, n-gga
got about a hundred hundreds in a f-cking dash, n-gga
if you a opp, then we on your -ss, n-gga
bullets chop a n-gga down like we mowing gr-ss, n-gga
what the f-ck, f-ck is this n-ggas talking bout man?
its yungmal on the track, ville boys, vnt, pos, whole lotta gang sh-t n-gga (grrr, grrr, pow, pow)

[verse 2]
think i’m broke? you a silly n-gga, smack you silly n-gga
if you see me, you dont speak, that mean you dont feel me n-gga
i dont think youre alike me, popping h-lla wheelies n-gga
codeine catch they -ss weak, see yo mama pilled n-gga
bl–dy ketchup on my feet, they think i am a city n-gga
paid a thousand for my feats just to go get gd in
about to throw up that 30 hop, i be with some greedy n-ggas
if you snitching who i cap, i’ll get this dollar fifty n-gga

[chorus]
you dont want no smoke, dont want no jazz, n-gga
got the fully automatic with an extra mag, n-gga
super mario the way i smash, n-gga
i be going hard draco, put your sh-t on blast, n-gga
fifty thousand in the f-cking stash, n-gga
got about a hundred hundreds in a f-cking dash, n-gga
if you a opp, then we on your -ss, n-gga
bullets chop a n-gga down like we mowing gr-ss, n-gga
what the f-ck, if a n-gga want a problem try yo mama’s billies up
young blood gang n-gga with the f-cking “f-ck a crip”
see a sand walking, shoot him in his lip
oh sh-t, got his baby mama sucking d-ck

- yungmalflowsocrazy lyrics

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