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• Artiste: Brennan Jones
• Titre: Rip Corbin
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(PROJECT) Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah These boys like to talk on Twitter, but they won't pull up and get it Yeah, how could I be bitter? Look at this money I'm gettin' And I skrrt off with three sixes, I got three bitches with me Yeah, made a ho sing like Whitney, I just been countin' these fifties My bitch went through my phone, she ain't like what she seen, now she tryna hit me And these people seen a lil' white boy takin' off, now they tryna diss me Oh, you don't like me? That's cool, but you'd never fight me They see lil' Brennan Jones swag, now they tryna bite me My bitch seen me with that other bitch and now she crying I grew up in Jacksonville, lil' boy, every day, people were dying Rest in peace my brother Corbin, they did that boy sad, man That's why I don't be dissin', I know games, I ain't tryna go out bad, man That's why I be stayin' in my own lane, I'm tryna get these racks, man And me and Edward pop out, we move like Batman Boy, go on 'head, send that drop now, I'm 'bout to blast him Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', it's in the past tense And I was fuckin' on your bitch while you was nappin' Don't try and shake my hand, you ain't gettin' no dap in Go 'head and talk your shit, I ain't worried 'bout that cappin' Wish that boy would pull up on me so I could put a cap in him Bitches seen the money comin', yeah, I know it's attractin' them Twenties, fifties, hundreds, boy, yeah, my pockets weigh a ton I play with these sticks like they toys, I like playin' in the mud I grew up in the swamp, lil' boy, where I'm from, we shoot for fun