Spilt My Brains (808 Freestyle)
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Spilt My Brains (808 Freestyle)
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808 Mafia
Alright
808, uh-huh, huh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gun beat like 808 (Uh-huh)
On this beat with 808 (Uh-huh)
I'm off of them M&M's (Uh-huh)
Percocet, I can't see straight (Uh-huh)
She do white like Eminem (Uh-huh)
Slim Shady, money in the bank (Uh-huh)
No Limit gang, gon' pull up in a tank (Uh-huh)
Dick in her mouth, I been fuckin' her face (Uh-huh)
I move fast, change the pace (Uh-huh)
You move too slow, change your pace (Uh-huh)
Puffin' on dank, smokin' stank (Uh-huh)
This a real Kel-Tec, not a prank (Uh-huh)
On my wrist a Murciélago, ayy (Uh-huh)
Just a young rich nigga from Chicago, ayy (Uh-huh)
All my opps don't got no aim (Uh-huh)
All the times they could've spilt my brains (Uh-huh)
Smokin' extendo, ayy (Yeah)
45 with an extendo, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Aim it out of the window, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Where yo' trap? I need the location (Yеah, let's go)
Spend three hundred in Jamaica (Yеah, yeah)
We took a vacation, uh (Yeah)
Kill that nigga like Raiden (Brrt, brrt)
I'm paranoid they gon' spray me (Brrt)
Uh, totin' my Glock, I'm faded (Brrt)
Waiting for a nigga to hate on me (Uh-huh)
Told her I'm gon' grow to be the man (Yeah, yeah)
She wouldn't just wait on me (Just wait)
Patience, baby girl have patience (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Smokin' on this loud (Yeah), uh, ooh, I love the fragrance (Uh)
Smokin' on this loud (Yeah), uh, can't hear what you're sayin'
Money I'ma make, uh (Yeah)
Hearts I'ma break, uh (Yeah)
Attention I'ma take, uh (Yeah)
Do you hear what I'm sayin'? (Uh)
Money I'ma make, uh (Uh)
Hearts I'ma break (Uh, uh)
Gun beat like 808
On this beat with 808 (Uh-huh)
I'm off of them M&M's (Uh-huh)
Percocet, I can't see straight (Uh-huh)
She do white like Eminem (Uh-huh)
Slim Shady, money in the bank (Uh-huh)
No Limit gang, gon' pull up in a tank (Uh-huh)
Dick in her mouth, I been fuckin' her face (Uh-huh)
I move fast, change the pace (Uh-huh)
You move too slow, change your pace (Uh-huh)
Puffin' on dank, smokin' stank (Uh-huh)
This a real Kel-Tec, not a prank (Uh-huh)
On my wrist a Murciélago, ayy (Uh-huh)
Just a young rich nigga from Chicago, ayy (Uh-huh)
All my opps don't got no aim (Uh-huh)
All the times they could've spilt my brains (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm from Chicago, I feel like Yeezy, maybe Michael, uh (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Moonwalk in that pussy, call me Jackson, call me Michael, uh (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Pull up on the scene, choppa read 'em like a Bible (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Where I come from, we was taught to drop gangster disciple (GDK shit)
Get this cash, get the bag (Uh-huh), invest in it all (Cha-ching)
John Wall in the fourth (Uh, uh, uh), all I do is ball (For real)
I'm a horndog, lettin' her give me head in the stall (Yeah, uh)
I may go in raw if her pussy like a waterfall (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
I'm a big dog, kickin' with this ho' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really had to cut this bitch off
Gun got a mistletoe I know it cannot wait to kiss y'all (Yeah)
And I ain't missin ho', I don't miss a ho' at all
My wrist super froze and I got diamonds by my jaw-aw (Yeah, yeah)
New bitch wanna get it on (Uh)
She know I'm a demon, she got the devil on her tongue (Yeah)
In my bag, got me feelin' like LeBron (Yeah)
Poppin' pills laid up with my gun
Gun beat like 808
On this beat with 808 (oh, yeah)
I'm off of them M&M's (oh, yeah)
Percocet, I can't see straight (oh, yeah)
She do white like Eminem (Uh, uh)
Slim Shady, money in the bank (Uh-huh)
No Limit gang, gon' pull up in a tank (Uh)
Dick in her mouth, I been fuckin' her face (Yeah)
I move fast, change the pace (Uh)
You move too slow, change your pace (Uh-huh)
Puffin' on dank, smokin' stank (Yeah)
This a real Kel-Tec, not a prank (Yeah, brrt)
On my wrist a Murciélago, ayy (Yeah)
Just a young rich nigga from Chicago, ayy (Yeah)
All my opps don't got no aim (Yeah)
All the times they could've spilt my brains (Brrt)
GDK shit
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