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Bris - KAMIKAZE X Mac J X Philthy Rich (Official Music Video)
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Christopher Treadwell
Christopher Treadwell
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When I pop out, leave you flat like how a tire work
When you hear that "pa-pa-pa", it ain't fireworks
They killed my brothers, numb the pain, I been buyin' Percs
Get it brackin' anywhere, keep pole inside church
Big 40, Shawn Kemp, no kamikaze
Run up on you, hair flashin', like paparazzi
I swear I hate ****, I am not a Nazi
**** cry baby, and they whine, like Callarazi
Big chops and we move like the military
Yo' homies still ain't slid, you **** still scary?
Cut some **** off, them **** drill rarely
I be touchin' dough like it's pillsberry
I'ma leave it to the top, I can never follow
I just mеt a model, coulda fucked, but I left thе bottle
Tell myself, I'll get that check, rest in price hollows
I be sendin' shells, I sold a taco to my Mexicano
**** want beef, I leave yo' bowl empty, that pole wit' me
And I keep them shooters that gone blow wit' me
Big B's what it is, so I won't feel it
I'm so rigid, bitch gon' suck dick 'til her throat itchin'
Why that .40 always kick, like a cage fight
Tryna fight, I hit you wit' toy, I don't play right
Great white, I'll bite, in the daylight
Ain't nice, pop up at yo' show, give you stage fright
When I pop out, leave you flat like how a tire work
When you hear that "pa-pa-pa", it ain't fireworks
They killed my brothers, numb the pain, I been buyin' Percs
Get it brackin' anywhere, keep pole inside church
Big 40, Shawn Kemp, no kamikaze
Run up on you, hair flashin', like paparazzi
I swear I hate ****, I am not a Nazi
**** cry baby, and they whine, like Callarazi
Aye, yeah
Bitch, it's my turn
Pull up with the heater, call it Usher how I let it burn
**** steady playin' like they never learn
Shit, life is not a game, ain't no edge or turns
Big bankrolls, it's all we ever chase
Get behind that mask, young **** look like leatherface
It's a V.I.P, over here we call it Section 8
**** play wit' me and I'ma hand out expiration dates
Pull up on yo' set, ayy, they know who we be
Cut some **** off, now they sick they gotta see me eat
Runnin' to that bag, can't be runnin' wit' no sleepy feet
Free my other brothers, they was spinnin' like a DVD (on God)
Yeah, bitch, you not about it
Know we got that bag, pull that choppa out it
**** play wit' us, we on yo' block about it
Hit 'em in the head in case he thought about it
When I pop out, leave you flat like how a tire work
When you hear that "pa-pa-pa", it ain't fireworks
They killed my brothers, numb the pain, I been buyin' Percs
Get it brackin' anywhere, keep pole inside church
Big 40, Shawn Kemp, no kamikaze
Run up on you, hair flashin, like paparazzi
I swear I hate ****, I am not a Nazi
**** cry baby, and they whine, like Callarazi
I'm the big homie, to yo big homie, huh
Big 40 on me who gone pick on me, huh
When you in this funk, ain't no pics on me, huh
Slide through the opps corner store with that stick on me, huh
When they took my **** from me, I dropped the hunnid that same night
No ski mask, no beanie on, dropped a whole hunnid in plain sight
That's what you call funk on sight
****, I been funkin' my whole life
Can't get back my bro life
That fucked up my whole life
I only loves my two kids, huh
She ain't hold it down when I did them two vids, huh
Can't put no trust up in no bitch, huh
Real **** from Seminary to Fruitridge, huh
It's Philthy
When I pop out, leave you flat like how a tire work
When you hear that "pa-pa-pa", it ain't fireworks
They killed my brothers, numb the pain, I been buyin' Percs
Get it brackin' anywhere, keep pole inside church
Big 40, Shawn Kemp, no kamikaze
Run up on you, hair flashin', like paparazzi
I swear I hate ****, I am not a Nazi
**** cry baby, and they whine, like Callarazi
Written by: Christopher Treadwell
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