Brady Briefs
wavyrare
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These days, power, flame, and fuel Have not given us peace Ay, this simple shit gets hotter I ain't had no father wishin' I could go longer Why even bother? Just to sit there and get slotted Because another man got her But you gotta show persistence Lovin' from a distance Life ain't worth the interest And it put me out of business Anxiety in public until my stomach couldn't even stomach These bitches call them bees Because they're always buzzin Copped a tree from my cousin It's the G that she lovin Keep my heat in the oven just in case These fuckin' jigs find my place Trigger finger, finna break Payday is comin' late Take A, I hit the race From my state just to levitate From the 8th, used to wanna skate Till I made some ankles break Now I put them all on skates Like a sonic drive-thru Swim a sonic ride through Any eggs, any heads in the bed You're the Ralph in a shred I smoke em down to a roach Make em drown off the boat Put the crown in my coat They put the crown on the goat Make a sound at your throat Fucked up in the hotties Swim and crash a tunnel boat I can't believe it, I found God He said I'm a genius We smokin' weed until our genus Reconstructed genie with an illegal gypsy Bitch from Egypt, we fuckin' fucked the constellations I give her orange chakra while ovulating Nine inches deep, and ladies with nice feet And gradient time briefs He's shakin' his long slinky It's stinky like long fetuses Rapin' a dog, bleedin' from shavin With broad seam in his cream And if I cream in a bitch, you won't stop screamin I feel like the Green Goblin From breathin' in bonds Constantly sleepin' in y'all mama sheets I'm off the beats, off of cough syrup Slurrin' my words, actually doin' some shit You never heard in a verse Jerkin' my dick in the curtains Of Steve Irwin's crib, penis burnin Squirtin' inside my Supreme jersey Lick it off like a drink, slurpy or detergent Leave bumps on bitches, I hate it, my gen leave Hurt me, hurt me Yo, do they hear me Do they hear me I don't think they heard me Boom, gettin' those money, money, money Boom, get into the bar Like I got nothin' to lose, yeah Like I got nothin' to lose, yeah But I'm caught up in illusion She gets so confused and Why am I still losin' Don't know what I'm doin I got somethin' to lose, yeah Yeah, I got somethin' to lose I'm gettin' money, money, money Yeah, I'm losin' crisscross applesauce And the battle's poppin I hook one, askin' who inside the sign I'm adored by the guns Hit the shore just for fun The church lost, it's none Now I won't stop till I'm done Till I win, even if I gotta Sit with broken shin The fight's over and it's soakin' in
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Written by: Johnel Hunter, Micheal Lieva, Richard Lieva, Tevin Muller
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