03 Greedo and Kenny Beats - Brad Pitt

Ooh, ay
Fight, fight, fight club
Yeah, yeah
(Whoa Kenny)

Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. And Mrs. Smith
Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. And Mrs. Smith, ooh

Think I'm Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt
Bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt, ooh
Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt
Bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt

The curious case of Benjamin Button
My money get newer every time I get older (ay, ay, ay)
I got a chip on my shoulder
Ocean's Eleven, MAC-11 make you play with your life
By the sea let you die
Throw you in the water, baby, we keep it mafia
Interview with the vampire
Money, ballin' up
Run callin' up, burn up the rig if we don't wanna see it
Twelve monkeys on my back
That's where I keep all the weed in
Baby, it's harvest season
Baby know I be cokin' and leanin'
Project nigga, demon semen
Killin' them softly, If I end with the sleepers
I'm with the Mexican, California peoples, ooh
Ocean's Thirteen, bitch, I'm a genius
Ocean's Twelve on the penis
She gon' gamble with her life
Mega mind, how you thinkin'?
Big burn, baby, big burn
Ooh, smooth criminal
Bitch, I'm feelin' like J sway

Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. And Mrs. Smith
Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. And Mrs. Smith, ooh

Think I'm Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt
Bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt, ooh
Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt
Bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt

Written by:
Jason Jamal Jackson, Kenneth Charles III Blume, Nils Noehden

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