Brazy (feat. YNW Melly)

I was too turned for the court
Pardon me, baby, explain it
These — talk like they on it
These — really complainin'
And all the cops trippin', I can't believe (ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
That he drippin'
I can't believe he
Then went to jail

This — brazy, my —
This — crazy, my —
My life amazing, my —
What is your place, my —?
This — brazy, my —
This — crazy, my —
My life amazing, my —
What is your place, my —

How the — can I kiss her?
How the — could I miss her?
When she was — my —, these —
Oh they so different
How the — you gon' diss mе?
Why the — you act different?
You 'posеd to keep that — solid
I didn't know we had issues

She broke my heart like a bug
Used to be my gangsta, my thug
I slip one time and they judge
I can't believe you wasn't there
Can't believe all this —
All of these — gettin' pregnant
All of these — dissectin'

And switchin' up for some second
You wasn't with a — in here lit
You was with other —, with your clique
You wasn't really even with me girl
You was just — —, suckin' —
I cannot — with none of these —
All of these — really actin' lame
All of these — don't know the gang
Whip up the brick like Pootie Tang

I gotta ride with the tool
My — breaking the rule
She wanna — on the gang
She say she wan' be my boo
I can't believe what you do
I'm bleedin' red, —
I had to go from another club 'cause
I can't — with you

This — brazy, my —
This — crazy, my —
My life amazing, my —
What is your place, my —
This — brazy, my —
This — crazy, my —
My life amazing, my —
What is your place, my —

I'm alone, I can't — with too many
Keep a rod, these — wan' fish you
If you play, we gon' stand on that business
— a —, we never been friendly
All that friendly — really be sickening
I do better when I'm keepin' my distance
I do better when I'm always missin'
I do better when you out of my business

Then come back when you foolin'
Then come back when you coolin'
Then come back when you drippin'
Then try to say that you trippin'
All the — always leave it sticky
I don't really be —, —

When I was locked up in that cell
I swear I made the decision
We ain't gon' — with these —
Ain't gon' — with these —
It's just me and my clique
For Young — World, we trippin'
Me and Melly was wantin' this ticket
Me and Melly don't — with these —
Sak got me right, now I'm drippin'
You ain't with us then you slippin'

I gotta ride with the tool
My — breaking the rule
She wanna — on the gang
She say she wan' be my boo
I can't believe what you do
I'm bleeding red, —
I had to go from another club 'cause
I can't — with you

This — brazy, my — (Brazy)
This — crazy, my —
My life amazing, my —
What is your place, my —
This — brazy, my —
This — crazy, my —
My life amazing, my —
What is your place, my —

Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Mm, look like DJ Chose



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Tago, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jamell Demons, Jackie Plant, Raheem Hightower
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