Da Brat - Breeve on em

Tekst :

Da Brat]
I Don t stop, I stay hot, y all stay shocked, we keep it
locked
Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas
I came to make y all freak one another
I, I keep bangin , I keep slangin
We keep watching niggas die for simple things
So I keep swingin , fuckin a nigga head up
Dead up, I m fed up feel my lead bust

[22]
Now I don t stop, but I smoke weed
I ain t gotta pop rocks no more I got G s
Just wave you hands from side to side
Cause we gone show keep it live
We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin , I keep
rippin
I keep women, I creep and keep hittin
They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I m with
you tonight
Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice

[Da Brat]
When I m called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on
with us
Can t ball with us, too hard to touch
22 fuckin up they callin us

[22]
Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust
They keep rushin for status, some more than you got
it
All for cabbage as far as we got it

[Da Brat]
So don t push me, I m too close to the edge
Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave em for dead,
and

[22]
When it s time for us, bitch we diamond cut
I m 22, We West-Chi

[Da Brat]
And I m da motherfuckin Brat right

Hook: (say 2x)

If you won t ride then say so, why play make dough
Turn playa hatin foes to hoes
Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best
blow
It s potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours

[22]
When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who
We ain t got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves
and a vest too
Test who why you trippin we came to party
Run game and probably leave the party with
somebody
Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it
And when I fuck em they hypnotized
Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes
Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown
In my zone, I m a grown man, gone I ain t tryin to
keep her
She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep
creepin
Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a
sudden
A new kid bussin , you hear it hush and she
Scared to cut___fuckin too many hoes, me I got
Twenty hoes, I ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough,
see a show
Let it be known playa west to east
Cause I m the dog that fell in love with the Georgia
Peach

Hook

[Da Brat]
I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not
Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked
Got too much of my own shit to stop
And look for niggas, when I make any dick rock
Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say

They body s callin for me, wanna go half on a seed
and shit
Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I m
Brat
One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find
me
On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click,
believe a bitch
Cause ain t no nigga hated on the pussy yet
Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can t forget
Ain t a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me
Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me
They say is she is or is she ain t a dyke
You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight

Hook

Inne utwory

  • Chi town
  • We ready
  • The introduction
  • Boom
  • What chu like
  • Ghetto love
  • My beliefs
  • Who i am
  • Just a little bit more
  • Fuck you
  • Gushy wushy
  • Anuthatantrum
  • Runnin outta time
  • Pink lemonade
  • Losowe utwory

    The pinnacle

    I ve so much to say, and yet I cannot speak
    Come and do my bidding now for I have grown too weak
    My weary eyes have seen all that life can give
    Come to me, O young one, for you I can forgive

    I...

    A bailar

    A bailar
    A ver esas manos arriba
    quiero ver llegar la alegría
    que depende de este corazón
    a ver quienes cantan mas fuerte
    hoy es nuestro día de suerte
    vamos a gritar esta canción oeo
    bailando conmigo (eó) y con tus amigos (eó)
    la fiesta esta buena (eó)
    las penas afuera.
    Haaaayy que la vida se va
    hay yayay que la...

    Strój

    Miała w sadzie strój bogaty malowany w różne światy
    Że gdy w nim się zapodziała niewędrując wędrowała
    strój koloru murawego a odcienia złocistego
    Murawego dla murawy złocistego dla zabawy

    Zbiegło się na te dziwy aż stu płanetników
    Otoczyli ją kołem nie szczędząc okrzyków

    The pistol

    We ain t tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
    We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
    To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
    Watch yo back money

    You couldn t neva understand how my mind tick
    I...

    Summer they

    I Love
    Bille Jean
    Mix Dance
    Yeah
    Oh
    Summer They
    dance
    they Dance
    You Loves I
    Triple Jean 3.
    Dance 4 Ever
    yeah(4x)
    PAaris
    Chicago
    L.A
    North
    Loves Comes Again
    Summer They
    ...