Brazil

She wanna kick it and chill
Like I'm tryna be in the field
If I drop addy, she spinnin' the wheel
She off an addy, she fuck with them pills

Backwood, please don't bring A Ville
If it's that good, I'll wife her for real
Niggas act hood, never been on a drill
Niggas at hood, nigga, who did you kill

Went out to eat and I bought her some heels
She said you a creep, step back, nigga, ew
Had nowhere to sleep, really slept in the mill
Send me a beat and I'll get you a mill
Like, like, she from Brazil
I might keep me a steel
If she try to line me, I'm shootin' like Beal
Bro, keep a knock, he gon' slam like O'Neal

Bro, he insane, put up stats like he Wilt
Bro on the boards, gettin' up like he Bill
Bro on the boards, just like he Bill Russell
Hold up, let me get in my duffel

New bitch want a bag, want a purse
Niggas down bad and it's sad it's a curse
Nigga still mad cause I passed on a verse
Had to wife me a bitch, was a savage at first
Member havin' 5 dollars made it last til the First

Niggas down bad and it's sad it's a curse
Nigga still mad cause I passed on a verse
Had to wife me a bitch, was a savage at first
Member havin' 5 dollars made it last til the First



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Writer(s): Donivan Tucker
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