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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evil Nine
Performer
Danny Brown
Performer
Pat Pard
Programming
Tom Beaufoy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pat Pard
Composer
Tom Beaufoy
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got to sleep with pictures of porn hoes on my wall
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck all y'all
And the laws of attractions say envision it, you will see it so
I'm tryna close my eyes to see a million bitches screaming
Begging for the semen from the demon with no tooth
Getting head head in the backseat, reflection on the moon roof
Your bitch pussy loose goose, fly like parachute
Hit the booth and now a **** shining like spaceboots
Y'all **** subpar, brown like the space bar
It may go forward flow, tight like a gay star
Y'all whack like a **** with a fucking rape charge
Never leave his cell 'cause he gon' get jumped on the yard
I met a bitch and now she got a wedding ring
We fucking hoes together on a thousand dollar sex thing
They use toys, I sniff coke and watch while I'm jerking on my dick
Pre nutting all over ym socks
Broads all abroad wanna take they bras off
Just to squeeze on they nipple while they suck a **** off
Real heavy with the spit
I'm feeling like the black Brad Pitt
[Verse 2]
I'm the black Brad Pitt, the black Brad Pitt
All these bitches on my dick, I'm the black Brad Pitt
The black Brad Pitt, the black Brad Pitt
All these bitches on my dick, I'm the black Brad Pitt
[Verse 3]
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
[Verse 4]
She said, Brown you's a freaky ass ****
Licking on my dick while I'm splitting on the swisha
Busting in her hair like something about Mary, Mary
Shaved my pubes bitch, my nuts stay hairy
All up in your teeth, you got to pick it out
I hit it from the back bitch, I gotta stick it out
My dick up in your mouth bitch, and don't be scared
Now you heard my sounds, hoe, be very aware
So don't forget the balls, got to slurp it all
Black Brad Pitt, Angelina on call
And we gon' ball, straight to the playoffs
Eighty games bitch, no fucking days off
Starting player, y'all **** ride the bench
Tell her blow that herb 'cause my clothes got the stink
All these bitches on my dick, I'm the black Brad Pitt
[Verse 5]
I'm the black Brad Pitt, the black Brad Pitt
All these bitches on my dick, I'm the black Brad Pitt
The black Brad Pitt, the black Brad Pitt
All these bitches on my dick, I'm the black Brad Pitt
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Brad Pitt hoe, Brad Pitt bitch
Written by: Pat Pard, Tom Beaufoy