BRAINTHREW Songtext
von Mercury
BRAINTHREW Songtext
Steady day dreaming
Bout the bitch with the braid bob
Nick name Keenan
Hacked a nigga from the key fob
I stay schemin
Bitches run away when we mob
We aim beamin
Huh
Black truck full of black niggas
Chauffeur from Dubai whip full of stacked niggas
Took yo hoe up out the vip cuz my racks bigger
In the field im earning stripes like my name tigger
Got these hoes triggered
Need a xan to calm her down
Bitches move they body when they hearing Merc ip on the sounds
And this nigga telling me he wanna stop but I want rounds
On a vibe im booted up im on the caps and smoking pounds
Got him tied down but im still on the market
Red stripes in my head these hoes think I′m a target
Abusing substances up in this bitch lethargic
Medicinal feign
These bitches so green
These niggas throating peen
I haunt these hoes dreams
He on me bad this pussy knock him out like codiene
Crew full of bad bitches got one for yo whole team
They know my pockets fat cuz I walk with a whole lean
I'm w a some shooters and I got good aim too
Ain′t getting bread I think that u should blame u
These niggas synthetic like wigs and k2
I'm fried on sedatives I think my brain threw
Bout the bitch with the braid bob
Nick name Keenan
Hacked a nigga from the key fob
I stay schemin
Bitches run away when we mob
We aim beamin
Huh
Black truck full of black niggas
Chauffeur from Dubai whip full of stacked niggas
Took yo hoe up out the vip cuz my racks bigger
In the field im earning stripes like my name tigger
Got these hoes triggered
Need a xan to calm her down
Bitches move they body when they hearing Merc ip on the sounds
And this nigga telling me he wanna stop but I want rounds
On a vibe im booted up im on the caps and smoking pounds
Got him tied down but im still on the market
Red stripes in my head these hoes think I′m a target
Abusing substances up in this bitch lethargic
Medicinal feign
These bitches so green
These niggas throating peen
I haunt these hoes dreams
He on me bad this pussy knock him out like codiene
Crew full of bad bitches got one for yo whole team
They know my pockets fat cuz I walk with a whole lean
I'm w a some shooters and I got good aim too
Ain′t getting bread I think that u should blame u
These niggas synthetic like wigs and k2
I'm fried on sedatives I think my brain threw
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