Brezden Madison Square Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Bitch, I be fresh half to death, had CPR
As a baby, put a waffle in a DVR
I just hit a bad bitch, look like a TV star
I come off the head smooth like I'm Tiki Barb'
Gut my guard, then I throw that bitch in the garbage
Like I'm off the Royal Honey, boy, my shit is the hardest
Want some gas? I'ma tax, I ain't givin' a bargain
I can't wait to sell a show and talk my shit in the Garden
Damn! Talkin' 'bout Madison Square
I heard they be talkin' 'bout me, but I haven't a care
Yo' bitch like to talk a lot when I be grabbin' her hair
Heard he say he couldn't stand me, someone grab him a chair
Damn, he ain't on my level, someone get him a stool
Talk my shit like I'm skippin', I was skippin' in school
Bitch, I still wouldn't miss if I was missin' my boost
My pH off, I'm funky like I'm missin' my fruits
Givin' 'em juice, feelin' like I might be Jordan
Givin' 'em nukes, so many hits I might be Yordan
Tell you the truth, I heard his shit, he might be snortin'
Skretch a bitch off my bucket list, I might be Morgan
Damn! Mean a old guy with gray hair
I'm Tom Brady, baby, why the f*ck would I play fair?
Packin' rappers up like a ride at the state fair
I told the bitch I got a disease, so I can't [count?]
Damn! Ballin' hard with my twin like Ausar and Amen
Put a 'gar in the wind, I'ma keep smokin'
With the Wolves like I'm Flint, hurt her back like she bend I come off the head smooth like I'm Keith Bogans
He's bogus, bitch, he's bogus
That white boy get to the bucks like he's Bogut
It's like I'm tryna paint the p*ssy, I keep strokin'
He Westbrook, he tryna shoot and the shit's broken
Aha, more bricks than Pablo
Yo' bitch at my crib, I'ma split her, Tiago
That white boy hittin', bitch, I'm somethin' like Drago
Before I die, gotta make the mountain, I'm top four
Haha, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout Rushmore
Yo' bitch hit my phone, say she think we should f*ck more
You could learn a lot, open ears and hush more
Was watchin' Chris Johnson way back when he rushed four
Like two thousand yards, and shawty got me bricked up like two pounds of Harv'
I get high as f*ck, I'm rollin' two ounce of 'gars
And if you hearin' this song, then you found a star
Ahaha, the Big Dipper, baby, the lit ripper
Handshake p*ssy, she give me that dick gripper
Two bitches from the A and they switchin', I'm big chipper
Quicker picker up, she be squirtin', yo' bitch Swifter
Spliff of cherry, that's that dosey-dose
This shit be comin' off the head, I ain't wrote these notes
Overdose, 'cause shooter take it coast-to-coast
I'm close to dope, could really make 'em overdose
"Bro's the G.O.A.T.," they type it in my comment section
Poor and broke, was eatin' on that ramen and stressin'
Blowin' smoke, he mad he seen his mom been testin'
Brezden, class dismissed, let me end my session
[Outro]
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