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600breezy – bazerrk 歌詞

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[chorus]
i say, this sh-t sound berserk
this sh-t sound berserk, n-gga
i say, this sh-t sound berserk
i say, this sh-t sound berserk

i say i make so many dollars, i ain’t gotta have no sense
n-ggas think they seen a ghost cause i’m back out here on the 6
chopper right here on my side, i think it stand about 5’6
it’s just me, nutso, and forch, they pulled up on me with 5 sticks
we don’t ride in no fishbowl cause everything gotta have tint
cause per person there’s a pole and we be smoking out the zip
3 years old, your momma’s salary, i dropped it on my wrist
i’m extravagant unlike you, i spent 3 bands on all my kicks
open tops just like a zit, .40 got a lot of kick
out in california, vegas, i take the tops off all my whips
n-ggas sharing hotel rooms, ain’t got no guap to get a crib
your b-tch just saw me in the club, she was drooling, get her a beer
like a weave, these clips extend
hollows break your f-ckin’ rib
you wore that shirt so many times, it’s out of whack, it’s lookin’ thin
baby mommas hate my guts, but yeah i still take care of my kids
they disrespect me on the net, i split her boyfriend’s f-ckin’ wig
you can smell me, i’m the sh-t
out of a jail, i’m kind of thick
a n-gga working with the police, he look just like porky pig
there’s a couple hoes who p-ssy i’ll never ever l!ck
but name a b-tch who ever seen me with that d-ck and let me hit
baby, i’m just saying
breezo, b-tch i got them bands
he ain’t really got no money, girl, that n-gga was just playing
need some flavor cause you bland, burner on me, give a tan
release hoodo, he move grams
i’m dressed up, real spic and span

[chorus]
b-tch, i go berserk
b-tch, i go berserk
i say, this sh-t sound berserk
i say, this sh-t sound berserk

[verse 2]
i got 3 plugs that’s out in cali, and you still be smoking dirt
i’m too rich to k!ll a n-gga, so my homie put in work
i’m with 90, he a trapper, he just pulled up with the work
if y’all wanna act like b-tches, we’ll come pull up your skirt
this sh-t sound berserk, ar flip a f-ckin’ vert
gas the whip up just to skrrt
vision blurred, i’m off a perc
got more money than your father, when you see me call me sir
got my hands all on your b-tch, i’m ’bout to make that p-ssy purr
baby girl, come here
for this d-ck, you must prepare
she in love, look at her stare
gripping -ss and pulling hair
off these pills, this sh-t not fair
my head back, i’m in the air
i’d eat p-ssy through the hair
chew that thing up just like “grrr”
i am just a dog, no i do not care at all
she made me go grab some condoms, but i still slid in it raw
brush my back up with your crawls
like lil lonzo, i just ball
smoking thoink in foreign cars
k!lling tracks, this sh-t is law
i be with the sh-ts, your girlfriend be on my d-ck
n-ggas hate me like i’m chris, i don’t know that you exist
diamonds on my neck and fist, make these mothaf-ckers sick
and i make so many dollars, i ain’t gotta have no sense

[chorus]
this sh-t go berserk
i say, this sh-t sound berserk
i say, this sh-t sound berserk
i say, breezo go berserk
(breezo go berserk, b-tch i’m back out here)

- 600breezy

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