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Teddy Bruckshot
37,503
Hip-Hop/Rap
Teddy Bruckshot was released on July 27, 2017 by Harlem Spartans & Loski as a part of the album Teddy Bruckshot - Single
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Release DateJuly 27, 2017
LabelHarlem Spartans & Loski
LanguageEnglish
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm still fishin'
Mad times i've made them go swimmin'
Made them go swimmin'
Beyblade ting Jojo, let it
Jojo, let it rip
[Verse 2]
Talk on my name, get touched
Splash, I love it, do it in public, Spartan tug
All of them gyalie on us, and the other side bruck
Whoosh pon' me like Teddy, Don Dada, Teddy Bruck, Teddy Bruck
[Verse 3]
Talk on my name, get touched
Splash, I love it, do it in public, Spartan tug
All of them gyalie on us, and the other side bruck
Whoosh pon' me like Teddy, Don Dada, Teddy Bruck, Teddy Bruck
[Verse 4]
Splash and brag, I'm still with Naghz
Get busy in the flats, Spartan in bed, pull up and crash
Trap mash and them barbies cat
SA and Matt, free Mizzy and Latz
Try run, we itch it in backs
Five on shoes, my kick game mad
I don't do flickies, I step with Bass
And ain't none of them touch me
Go opp block any day, any time, coming way too comfy
Loose Harlem, gyal on the other side just love me
And them ho's tellin' hos that they're mine, uh-uh, way too fuckery
And you was doin' bae Netflix, Bellz about to smoke on your bredrins
And I don't go Tennessee jokeman
It was in Fields when I bop
Talk 'bout skengs, fire off then
I know that them yutes won't come near
Splash and swim, hookers and things
I dare man approach or come near
I'm still fishin'
Mad times i've made them go swimmin'
B-A double S-Y, no kidding
One-two-five, on a backroad skiddin'
Slide around where they chillin
He weren't worth the ting, so we stripped him
Gyal throw K's, wave and blow kisses
Opps don't come to ends, they're restricted
[Verse 5]
Talk on my name, get touched
Splash, I love it, do it in public, Spartan tug
All of them gyalie on us, and the other side bruck
Whoosh pon' me like Teddy, Don Dada, Teddy Bruck, Teddy Bruck
[Verse 6]
Chest, chest, shot you're pissed
Hand on my heart, tell them yute don't slip
Chat to the fed, no way, that's dead
Like, how could you chat to the pigs?
Spartan almost known 'cause we dip
Dot dot still bang out your rib
Everyone talk and lipe on vid
See me on the field, don't talk, get ribbed
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Beyblade ting Jojo, let it rip
Mask on my face, gyal thought I was Bis
Bally on me, now my bae wan bit
Sparta, karma, express my feelings and torment pricks
Blade in my hands, my shank game sick
Try do nine, but he only got six
Hold on, it was seven, stainless don't bend like Beckham
Jail two time, on the wing like Lennon
GG, pass me the tin, let me get him
Come on, we do it the most
Splash man down, they swim or float
I try brown bread, like I burnt man's toast
We do things that them boy don't do
Them man lie, but the scoreboard true
And if your dot-dot come way too long
Chop it, chop it, and bang on them yutes
Heard that the other side wanted me dead
But they don't try, oh well, they lose
Crash with a K, I'll slide where you stay
Talk on the bros, and you're gettin' it too (Chop that)
(Chop that, gettin' it too)
(Chop-Chop that, you're gettin' it too)
(Chop-Chop that, you're gettin' it too)
(Chop-Chop that, you're gettin' it too)
[Verse 7]
Talk on my name, get touched
Splash, I love it, do it in public, Spartan tug
All of them gyalie on us, and the other side bruck
Whoosh pon' me like Teddy, Don Dada, Teddy Bruck, Teddy Bruck
[Verse 8]
Talk on my name, get touched
Splash, I love it, do it in public, Spartan tug
All of them gyalie on us, and the other side bruck
Whoosh pon' me like Teddy, Don Dada, Teddy Bruck, Teddy Bruck
Written by: damion rollings
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