RedGang Lo - Brokanese

Alright, let's play a little game
Right here
I said
Do

We
Have
A
Palate

Huh
Oh, U-S-U-S-R
Now you better get your stank-ass stuff out of here before I cause a nuclear holocaust up in here
Let's go, let's go

Oh, come on
Now you're gonna be Hiroshima and niggas suck
Oh, that's right, boy
You better get on out of here

I'm back
Now I'm talkin' money, speakin' broken knees
Alleged to that bull, get away from me
Got a freak and a Swede in her head, a Lee

Saw someone with a plug, givin' x-rays
Thought it was a fashion designer on my body
My body, my hobby, got hoes in the lobby
We can shake

Lil' Ricky Bobby
Who's hoppin' up
P. Diddy, nobody
Nobody

Tag, I knew I was it
Was it
Too lit
Too quick

Seven-one-seven
Sir, I'm a V
My niggas on point when we hit a lick
When we hit a lick

That nigga's a sponsor
A sponsor
We got the faux pas
Faux pas

We got the clip
It's in the clip
Clip
Bustin' your head

Trip
Trip
Bustin' your head till it's over
Over

Choppa
All on my shoulder
My shoulder
That A.R.P

Leave him deceased
He beepin' with
He beepin' with me
With me

With me
With me
With me

Written by:
RG Lo

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