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• Artiste: YG
• Titre: Go Brazy
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Ayy, G, it's time to set the streets back on fire Fuck peace Nigga, we just re'd up Three (4Hunnid) Bitch Y'all already know how I'm rockin' (Mustard on the beat, ho) Here we go, let's go Oh Ayy, go brazy Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign (Damn) Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh) Grab my phone, I gotta go, eight in the mornin' (Ayy) I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to (Right) My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots That nigga start beef, but he ain't bummin' to that land mark I love the semi-auto, I can tote it, grip it and spark Slide through the set like y'all active and we rippin' cards A whole lot of families heartbroken from them dead bodies My skin fucked up and broke out from the lead probably I hit your bitch, Amiri, I put her to bed properly I got the thing with twin Turbo's, well, this the Benz or Audi? My nigga saucy with the plays, but ain't no way around it Jay's, Jay's, go brazy She let me beat it up in the foreign, I go brazy Hella bad and she freaky, I called her my lil baby Said she really bout it bout it, told her let me see her bodies Bitches only hit me up because they see a nigga poppin' In the gutter with the thugs, totin' pistols like they rockets Like damn, I never think I'd be who I am Fuck, but I can't be your nigga, I'm just sayin' Ayy, go brazy Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh) Grab my phone, I gotta go, eight in the mornin' (Ayy) I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots Headshot, headshot, whole lot of headshots (Headshot) Enemy gon' bash and that's a whole lot of dead opps All that talkin' brazy got your man got The opps lil' boys, put 'em in a sandbox F.N. cocked, I be totin' big shit (Fire, fire) Yeah, you got gloves, but you ain't never did shit (Nah) We don't take L's lightly, that's bitch shit So, yeah, we gon' double back for that slim shit (Skrrt) Hit your block, hop out, walk in, throw it up Ain't nobody hangin' out, fuck it, still shoot it up Rude as fuck, you ain't do enough, don't talk to me (Don't talk) Grave dead, bled out, shot up in his artery (His artery) Really from the gang, this shit a part of me I ain't never need a pass, niggas never pardoned me Tree top gang on the toilet, T-Piru, Dimu' Blood nigga from all the three {Ayy, now go brazy} Don't raise your hand if you ain't got no motherfuckin' foreign Skate the bitch, looked at other bitches, she got boring Salute them super nasty bitches that be horny (Sheesh) Grab my phone, I gotta go, eight in the mornin' (Ayy) I ain't your nigga or that simp that you used to My nigga, this the gang that post-Parliam' got his head shot I'm from the J's and we ain't ever did no leg shots Just Re'd Up 3, bitch