Da Brat feat. Tyrese - "Breeve On Em" lyrics
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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
We keep watching niggas die for simple things
I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin'
So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up
Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust
Now I don't stop, but I smoke weed
[22]
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
Can't ball with us, too hard to touch
with us
22 fuckin' up they callin' us
[22]
They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got
Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust
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
When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut
[22]
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
blow
Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes
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
We keep watching niggas die for simple things
I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin'
So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up
Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust
Now I don't stop, but I smoke weed
[22]
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
Can't ball with us, too hard to touch
with us
22 fuckin' up they callin' us
[22]
They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got
Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust
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
When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut
[22]
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
blow
Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes
Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best
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'
sudden
Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a
A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she
Twenty hoes, I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough,
Scared to cutfuckin' too many hoes, me I got
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
and shit
They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed
Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I'm
Brat
me
One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find
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
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'
sudden
Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a
A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she
Twenty hoes, I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough,
Scared to cutfuckin' too many hoes, me I got
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
and shit
They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed
Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I'm
Brat
me
One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find
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
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