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Brazy Shit

HoneyKomb Brazy
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Brazy Brazy, Brazy Honeykomb Brazy Know we pop out like raccoons nigga It go boom, nigga (It go boom) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) I don't even do that for real (Do that for real) When I pop out, they lookin' cockeyed Got a 4-5 right in the door side I'm rockin' one way like a dead end I don't see how these niggas play both sides Get 'em gone, now he can't ride with no side I ain't got feelings in a motion All it take one time for me to see your ho side, I'ma fuck a nigga over That ain't how I ride, She in the front seat i'm like get out, My dawg in the front seat that's how I slide If she ride she ridin' like I ride, Throw that ho in the back like some zaza (Yeah) I'm bangin' red like some hot fries This a plato way back tho, money on my head on my last leg, I'm finessin' bread out a fat ho I ain't got nun' against fat folks, I was gone for a minute, I'm back though Came home kicked straight through the back door They don't wanna see me all black mode (Why?) Nothin' but dracos & Halos .38 with my grandma potatoes (Brazy), It came off the kitchen table, Favor for a favor Trigger trade 'em, then connect his ass like some cable I be slam dunkin' like Tim Dunkin, on all my haters I tell 'em everybody ain't Kane, Why they try to tell me everybody ain't Able How the fuck you gon tell me that nigga won't change, When I already seen the nigga name on papers (Free Gates) You ain't getting no money bitch I got slow money, we call that turtle check Get you whacked for some show money, we goin' all the way up like a turtle neck Ain't never heard of that, these niggas funny as fuck, Lil Duval I need me another pack, you know I be moving shit like a U-Haul My hustle too raw, I used to sit in the trap with the lights off Stick on the side of me, I'm really street, They know I'm by ya'll I cussed out the teacher, Fucked hoes in the bleachers Even went to church & talked shit to the preacher Hit a nigga with that street sweeper, then walked off scratchin' my ass like Felicia I came from nothin' I was just in the junt, That's why I be reppin' strong I'm feeling like Elroy, I be tellin' bitches that's Versace you steppin' on I gotta keep my weapon on me, I'm from Mobile you know it ain't safe I'm feeling like Birdman, took some Cash Money went & bought me a Drac' Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah Ayy, this that brazy shit This that brazy shit This that brazy shit, yeah This that brazy shit, yeah This that brazy shit, yeah Yeah, yeah