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Brody Knockwood
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Brody Knockwood
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Lyrics
Yo, yo
Poppin', sniffing and
Alcoholism, adiction
All of 'em living
With all the cash
And the black is
Property striking
Punish it
to get the bottle of thicker
My mama it's been not enough
For a minute, and in a minute
I'ma dip into a bottle of my
Mama's prescription
And get a puff of 'em
The mother's sharper for a
Rock in the kitchen
I say what's up to my little brother
Then I went to my older cousins
Just to chek upon 'em
I never saw 'em in a minute
I guess the homies
Made it coming to the city
For some stripers,
And I missed that shit
Really, just because I'm younger
When you thought
I never saw a tittie what you saw
Bu-but you're lucky I'm your friend
My mama just filled the script
Puff like 20, pop like 10
And you can have the rest
I'm plenty good
That's enough to make your
Eyes heavy, you should ask your mom
The product is shabby
I save like 70 for my ration
And exceed it at night
I wanna sip and smoke on the botttle
Like geez sa, sa, sa
But all the negative vibe from this recipetion
It's bad for my mom
Like I rather be high
To slit the sever is my fight
Just some bad boys
In a white town
We don't make noise
We just wanna grind around
Maybe find a little sucking, right?
But not the later fight down
Talking right now
Just some bad boys
In a white town
We don't make noise
We just wanna grind around
Got the new fit
I'm knocking right now
What I'm puffing on
I'ts quite loud
15, 15, 15 getting pussie with the team
I was just a little younger
So I'm purer, but I'm green
Haven't seen a pussie
You only saw it on a screen
Had to get some alcohol
To get the bust out off the jeans
I never had a father figure
Come and talk to me
And tell me how to use
A condom properly
Caught because
I'm gonna rid off from this bitch on top me
Too intoxicated to tell her stop
Again it rough me
I told the homie
He left, and gave the profit, me
And now we brought into the like of soda grab
But not the bottle, see
He's just another product of his father, we
Same family tree, so we can upperer's grat
Take an advantage on me
Fuck, I do the same thing
I'm just a savage as him
Never plan to be a man and attains
But all this fucking habits
How do we manage to eat
Never had a dad
Just this ration and weed
I never had the cash to pass on the seat
Another path I would rather drink 'till I'm drunk
Just like this fucking sad but is me
Just some bad boys
In a white town
We don't make noise
We just wanna grind around
Maybe find a little sucking, right?
But not the later fight down
Talking right now
Just some bad boys
In a white town
We don't make noise
We just wanna grind around
Got the new fit
I'm knocking right now
What I'm puffing on
I'ts quite loud
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