CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Actions Speak Louder
Brisco
We gon' take 'em back with this one
Huh?
Listen (Whew, Sh*ttyBoyz)
Runnin' to the bag like a motherf**kin' track meet
Please don't act up, I'ma blow you back with that heat
Foreign whip drivin', digi' dash, do the max speed
Movin' like I'm staked out, she will never catch me
Flexin' in my Gucci draws, Bobby Lashley
Hoes love me 'cause they say a n***a flashy
Designer all up on me, lookin' smoother than Max B
All my shooters ridin' with me down to the cha**is
Y'all smokin' on that boof pack, that's so nasty
Love her, get a booty, but you gotta act cla**y
F**k her, now she screamin' 'til her voice gеt raspy
Used to call me Brisco, now she call mе daddy
F**k all that crazy talk, drop the addy
Couldn't be me, boy, that fuzzy sh*t past me
Told me you love me now, b*t*h, you is lyin'
Low money fast, b*t*h, my pockets is flyin'
Told me you love me now, b*t*h, you is lyin'
Low money fast, b*t*h, my pockets is flyin'
Do it with ease, b*t*h, I ain't even tryin'
Icy from head to toe, you see the shine
Get to the sack like I end the D-line
Give me two nickels, I only f**k dimes
Stay 'way from fakes 'cause I don't got the time
Snap on the beat then I pa** it to Tron
Whew, Sh*ttyBoyz
Too evil with this punch like the Cobra Kai
Pray to God the clerk don't need an override
If it's green, I'm comin' back four more times
Hit him with a hundred shots, bet that his soul gon' fly
Pieces hittin' from the Mitten all the way to Jersey
Grab my MacBook and call a AC-130
Fake ID in Walmart, you can call me Ernie
Just gave his b*t*h some fire d**k off a couple Perkies
This b*t*h damn near a soul toucher
Straight to the racks, ain't got no jumper
OT like Looney Tunes, I'm a road runner
Could've been a hoop star, but I'm a pro puncher
They can't do what I do, they supposed to hate
When I walk into the bank, can't make no mistakes
Foreign whips, cost a hundred for an oil change
Slapped a clip in it, shoot a movie like I'm [?]
We gon' take 'em back with this one
Huh?
Listen (Whew, Sh*ttyBoyz)
Runnin' to the bag like a motherf**kin' track meet
Please don't act up, I'ma blow you back with that heat
Foreign whip drivin', digi' dash, do the max speed
Movin' like I'm staked out, she will never catch me
Flexin' in my Gucci draws, Bobby Lashley
Hoes love me 'cause they say a n***a flashy
Designer all up on me, lookin' smoother than Max B
All my shooters ridin' with me down to the cha**is
Y'all smokin' on that boof pack, that's so nasty
Love her, get a booty, but you gotta act cla**y
F**k her, now she screamin' 'til her voice gеt raspy
Used to call me Brisco, now she call mе daddy
F**k all that crazy talk, drop the addy
Couldn't be me, boy, that fuzzy sh*t past me
Told me you love me now, b*t*h, you is lyin'
Low money fast, b*t*h, my pockets is flyin'
Told me you love me now, b*t*h, you is lyin'
Low money fast, b*t*h, my pockets is flyin'
Do it with ease, b*t*h, I ain't even tryin'
Icy from head to toe, you see the shine
Get to the sack like I end the D-line
Give me two nickels, I only f**k dimes
Stay 'way from fakes 'cause I don't got the time
Snap on the beat then I pa** it to Tron
Whew, Sh*ttyBoyz
Too evil with this punch like the Cobra Kai
Pray to God the clerk don't need an override
If it's green, I'm comin' back four more times
Hit him with a hundred shots, bet that his soul gon' fly
Pieces hittin' from the Mitten all the way to Jersey
Grab my MacBook and call a AC-130
Fake ID in Walmart, you can call me Ernie
Just gave his b*t*h some fire d**k off a couple Perkies
This b*t*h damn near a soul toucher
Straight to the racks, ain't got no jumper
OT like Looney Tunes, I'm a road runner
Could've been a hoop star, but I'm a pro puncher
They can't do what I do, they supposed to hate
When I walk into the bank, can't make no mistakes
Foreign whips, cost a hundred for an oil change
Slapped a clip in it, shoot a movie like I'm [?]
