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Brooklyn What

 

Brooklyn What

(альбом: BoxTalk - 2019)


What?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
(Ayy, son, come here for a second
Come here, don't move)
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
(Yaowa)

Let me hold that chain, I'll be right back
Yeah, it's like that
Don't have this fifth lifting your Nike hat
I push your shit to a city bike rack
Brooklyn, somebody tell the city I'm back (He's back)
Back in the booth with the drugs
That bag ain't right, you know I don't do the clubs (No way)
My niggas do the mask, no gloves
Revolvers, them shells come back home with us
We don't do too much of that chit-chat
Don't get killed for that bitch, I just hit that
Lil' homie, she a dub, y'all can fix that
Rolex green Sub' on the wrist wrap
A nigga feeling good, got the blurry
I'm in here tryna dub on the ugly women
I bought the last bottles, y'all ante up
I ain't felt like this since "Ante Up"

Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what? (Check)

Shit switch once we hit the scene
This whole shit a movie, and trust me I know how to make a scene
I'm spinning everything in my jeans (What else?)
Pour little alpha, my homies in the gangster lean
We gon' party in they honor, shake it harder, lil' mama
I don't wanna be alone, I got this room around the corner
With the sauna, we could burn some marijuana and fuck
But for now I got the waitress holding sparklers up (Ayy)
Homie, here's a suggestion, stay in your section
My niggas love to pop and you just got they attention
I know it's loud in here but I'ma need you to listen
You too turned up, don't turn up missing
Now back to you, shawty, heard you said they corny
All them niggas acting funny over there (Say what?)
But nah, don't diss him 'cause his pieces ain't hit
Shit, all the real money over here

Brooklyn, what?...

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