- Brittney Crush Vendetta 歌詞
- Stogie T Brittney Crush
- Verse 1
Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater
Don't think for a second shit sweet
And T will let ya
Disrespect I mincemeat *****s for breakfast
Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra
A lecture from professor Hannibal lector
My pitbull senses food in human texture
We at the section, low key with the brethren
Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed
These ***** flexing four deep with VS
And no ***** doing extra phony shit for attention
It's no stress til they poke me in the chest
With a phone seeking a selfie, pore drink on her dress
Gotta address it, check a ***** temperature
But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down
Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler
Kick 'em out the VI they out there with the regulars
Vendetta,
I am petty they gotta learn a lesson
**** 'em forever
Whatever birdie he got I am texting
Til she the ex,
Put a baby mama in a Benz,
Uber black got a cutie added to our lady friends
Don't play with them
My *** **s really raise blinkies
I could get you got for the price
Of a race pigeon
Don't **** with me
I don't beef with rappers thats silly
They say to you what they can't to me
When they see me, Stog
Chorus (Brittney Crush)
Show up in the place with style and grace
See the sour on their face
That's that vendetta
Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom
******* turn gloom
That's that vendetta
Bank full of pape, fly no cape
Faces turn sour grape
That's that vendetta
Ohh huh that's that vendetta
Ohh huh that'sthat vendetta
Verse 2
Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch
My Guerrilla *****s beat the army in them skirmishes
MK veterans, armed truck co-conspirators
Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister
Black businesses off the books
No written shit
Colonial pillaging call 'em crooks but don't give 'em shit
Well Here's a look, Lease the whip from the dealership
Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes
Or just eat a ****
Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants
Dunk a nut of ***** on racists call it conditioner
It's in my lineage mum and pops was militant
Cousin wasn't innocent
Those the cards he dealing with
Ace of Spade out the bucket
To remember him
Cuz They was made out them struggles
When the pressure build
Its meant to feel like water when your check the stream
Of thought a ***** etch with skill
Get spins with no record deal
So for the record if its smoke yeah I am here for this
But show don't tell first lesson of the discipline
No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it
toast your ** **tail to a lyricist
Vendetta
We get 'em back when we level up
Revenge cheddar
For all the second hand shit the fed us
Set 'em up in the calm south westerly weather
And Touch lettuce forever all the etceteras
Chorus (Brittney Crush)
Show up in the place with style and grace
See the sour on their face
That's that vendetta
Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom
******* turn gloom
That's that vendetta
Bank full of pape, fly no cape
Faces turn sour grape
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