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Pennicilin
Brennan Jones
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(Ha-ha-ha) yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up blastin' my music, I do what the fuck I want
I got my lil' ho dripped the fuck out, I put her in Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent)
I got lots of clothes, lots of clothes, I love to flaunt (bitch)
I got lots of hos, lots of hos, pick one you want, yeah (yeah)
They like, "Brennan Jones, I ain't know you was on top"
They like, "How I get this guap? How I get this guap?" (Let's go)
I told 'em, "You just gotta keep on grinding, don't worry about these people"
I'm in L.A., in the hills, with my Desert Eagle (yeah, yeah)
I told my bitch, "Please stop irkin' me, don't care 'bout yo' feelings"
We at the show and we servin' shit, finna break the ceiling (what)
Servin' my music like damn crack, yeah (yeah)
Finna take that flight to Florida, think they need me back, yeah, yeah (okay)
Fuck all these fake friends, they gonna stab my back, yeah (gonna stab my back)
When you down bad, don't hit me up for a stack, yeah (don't do it)
Fuckin' yo' bitch from the back, fuckin' yo' bitch from the back, no cap, yeah (fuckin' that bitch)
I'm really running these racks, I'm really running these racks, no cap, yeah
I fell in love with the feeling, I fell in love with the feeling, the penicillin (ha)
I'm serving yo' bitch penis, I'm serving yo' bitch dick, for lunch and dinner (no cap)
You ain't think I was winning, you ain't think I was gon' get my money bigger (I did, bitch)
I'm in a four by four, pull up my Smith &', you know my finger itchin' (let's go)
Yo' bitch is a gnat, come get that ho out my mentions (come get that bitch)
Back in school, I got detention (yeah), I never learned my lesson (hell no)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up blastin' my music, I do what the fuck I want
I got my lil' ho dripped the fuck out, I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I got lots of clothes, lots of clothes, I love to flaunt
I got lots of hos, lots of hos, pick one you want, yeah
They like, "Brennan Jones, I ain't know you was on top"
They like, "How I get this guap? How I get this guap?"
I told 'em, "You just gotta keep on grinding, don't worry about these people"
I'm in L.A., in the hills, with my Desert Eagle
I told my bitch, "Please stop irkin' me, don't care 'bout yo' feelings"
We at the show and we servin' shit, finna break the ceiling
Servin' my music like damn crack, yeah
Finna take that flight to Florida, think they need me back, yeah (yeah)
Fuck all these fake friends, they gonna stab my back, yeah
When you down bad, don't hit me up for a stack, yeah
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