Bruuuh (remix) (feat. Denzel Curry)

JID

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    J-J-J-JID
    D-D-D-D
    D-D-D-D

    D-D-D, d-damn, said I'm back again
    To whoop ass, the blicka blast from the ratchet, man
    The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
    Of grab and dash and crash in your daddy's van
    D-D-D, d-d, bad as the most having-est
    Most swaggiest, braggy as never had anythin'
    So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
    Eyes movin' backwards, I coulda' hit a backflip, check this
    I ain't never hustle for a necklace
    Tryna get the fam' straight, get us out of debt, shit
    That shit get testy, huh, I feel Dizzy Gillespie
    In the room packed, me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
    Out the womb, I was last, I'm the youngest of seven
    Birthday same day as the reverend, birthday same day as the devil
    Black lock like the pot and the kettle
    Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
    Lick a shot for the nigga tryna stop the journey
    JID pull up on a opp like: What's poppin', Kermit?
    Blocka blocka, operate, doctor, surgery
    IVs, gurneys, shit bag, gone for eternity, hey
    More the merrier, more to come murder me, hey
    Close the casket, commonly courtesy, hey
    Headshots too personal for a burglary, ooh
    Red dots 'cause killers could close curtain me
    I done did wrong, someone send me up vertically
    Horizontally, read me a passage from Deuteronomy
    Anything you can do to conquer the demon inside of me
    Any meaning the truth and the Father, the spirit guided me
    I can bleed in the booth and leave a tooth as a souvenir
    For who was here, and if you hearing it
    You know the spirit is imperative, imperative, imperial
    Black man pyramid, the peer of men, Jackman with the gat
    Scratching off the serial, sack man, get the pack
    Money in the envelope, pissing down the urinal
    Ass man in the strip club, tell her bend it over
    Gon' give it to her, she been workin' for it, hey
    You gon' make a nigga cop a Birkin for you, hey
    You the bomb, look, I got a turban for you, bae
    Beat a nigga till he color purple for you, babe
    I'ma murder for you, bae, 730 for you, ayy

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    Swervin', swervin', swervin'
    Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
    Everything I done, it comes full circle
    Workin', workin', workin', workin'
    I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
    Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
    Everything I done, it come full circle
    Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'

    Odd Toddler, murderer, Madara, moniker
    Zeltron slither in, python, right on
    Right on cue, write, Sun Tzu
    Kill you, vehicle swerves on you
    Serves you right, you lose sight like demolish
    Break it down, build it up, then re-polish
    Like toenails on Odell with shoe deals that never, ever go well
    Take no Ls 'cause I am not Noel
    Bitch, the name's Denzel
    The flames exhale, my pain's on braille
    You feel it? Similar to fish in a skillet
    Hook and a line intertwined when I reel it like films
    Movie groovy, jinkie, Scooby
    Very spooky, soul is black as Moolies
    Talk like Pootie, I spit fire, loogies
    Comin' off the kufi with the blues, no Tookie
    So many y'alls, I'm bored, there's too many yawns
    I got a lot of green, that's too many lawns
    I'm still hot till I set in the dawn, until a nigga rockin' Saint Laurent
    We go together like Harry and Ron
    Treat the microphone as same as a wand
    Magic maxi pad (ah, yeah)
    Denzel lusts for blood, I grab the MAG
    Made you half a man but not a Sag'
    Flow is ugly, time to bust a sag
    Clint Eastwood, I killed the good and bad
    Oh my God, would you look at that? How to kill a ego
    JID and Zel, Scorpion to Sub-Zero

    Swervin', swervin', swervin'
    Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
    Everything I done, it comes full circle
    Workin', workin', workin', workin'
    I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
    Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
    Everything I done, it come full circle
    Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Farid George, Toddy B, Denzel Aquarius Killa Curry, Jid y John Herbert Leach

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