Представляем точный текст композиции "Breeve On Em" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Da Brat . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Breeve On Em» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Da Brat передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Da Brat - "Breeve On Em"
Lyrics to Breeve On Em : [Da Brat] I Dont stop, I stay hot, yall stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make yall freak one another I, I keep bangin, I keep slangin We keep watching niggas die for simple things So I keep swingin, fuckin a nigga head up Dead up, Im fed up feel my lead bust [22] Now I dont stop, but I smoke weed I aint gotta pop rocks no more I got Gs Just wave you hands from side to side Cause we gone show keep it live We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin, I keep rippin I keep women, I creep and keep hittin They impressed with my shoe size, deuce Im with you tonight Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice [Da Brat] When Im called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on with us Cant ball with us, too hard to touch 22 fuckin up they callin us [22] Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust They keep rushin for status, some more than you got it All for cabbage as far as we got it [Da Brat] So dont push me, Im too close to the edge Bout to go loco on these niggas, leaveem for dead, and [22] When its time for us, bitch we diamond cut Im 22, We West-Chi [Da Brat] And Im da motherfuckin Brat right Hook: (say 2x) If you wont ride then say so, why play make dough Turn playa hatin foes to hoes Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best blow Its potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours [22] When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who We aint got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves and a vest too Test who why you trippin we came to party Run game and probably leave the party with somebody Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it And when I fuck em they hypnotized Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown In my zone, Im a grown man, gone I aint tryin to keep her She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep creepin Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a sudden A new kid bussin, you hear it hush and she Scared to cut___fuckin too many hoes, me I got Twenty hoes, Ima hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, see a show Let it be known playa west to east Cause Im the dog that fell in love with the Georgia Peach Hook [Da Brat] I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked Got too much of my own shit to stop And look for niggas, when I make any dick rock Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say They bodys callin for me, wanna go half on a seed and shit Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and Im Brat One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find me On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click, believe a bitch Cause aint no nigga hated on the pussy yet Squeeze the dick, got grip, they cant forget Aint a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me They say is she is or is she aint a dyke You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight Hook [ Breeve On Em Lyrics ]
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