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Closing Arguments (Explicit) - Brrmix
Lyrics by：Young Thugger Spida
Composed by：Young Thugger Spida
Dreams
Make me wants you
Wants you
I would never take away
Yeah
See you can't compare no nigga to
You can't compare no nigga to me bro you know?
Niggas real rats around this ************
You dig what I'm sayin'?
Yeah nigga did what I did
Tryin' my best to help my *************
Brother get out the situation he was in nigga
I have no regrets for it facts Spider
But don't get it confused nigga
Don't get it ****** up nigga
Ain't no rat in me at all kid
I'd rather die than tell on a nigga
For real for real
Only thing I regret is ever in my life
******* with y'all **** niggas bruh
**** all y'all suckers pussies
And it's a big difference between me and y'all
Y'all niggas pointing niggas out
And say they did thе crime nigga
I said he didn't you dig?
Yeah Spider
Pull up to your house like the mailman nigga go
They hit everything
Plus the trashcans nigga huh
Back to back to back like et cetera nigga huh
Please don't hit the mailbox it's federal nigga huh
Keep a big jet at the Clearport buddy keep
My shoes dirty cup dirty
Both muddy buddy both of 'em
Hidin' in the house they gon' get your cous'
Buddy shot
My brother livin' life for me
That's love buddy ha
Pussy you killed a kid that ain't steppin'
That ain't steppin' pussy
Pussy you tryna change okay reverend
You tryna change now
You got tss on your shoes
Them Giuseppes real slime
You shot back when they pulled off
That ain't happen that ain't happen
Yeah strip her 'til her drawers turn backwards yeah
Free my bro-bro 'til it's backwards woo
Steppin' and tellin' that's backwards ha
Shop before you **** that's backwards backwards
Lyin' on your dick that's backwards yeah
Ten rounds on a stick that's backwards what
Nigga play with this **** they won't cap 'em cap
I was tellin' 'em I'm not just a rapper bastard
I don't want smoke with a rapper skrrt
Horses in the Lamb' what happened?
Hit her from the back I'm her master master
Mink on her toes Alaska Spyda
Yes I'm from the three but I do ****
Where other niggas be
I'm a big dog with my own
But I like other niggas' treats
Yeah Gunna a rat Yak a rat
Slug a rat Woody rat
**** that nigga Obama
He still mad 'bout baby mama
You mad?
Slimelife shawty make sure you
Put down your forty pussy
DK? okay **** he gay hey
I would say I'm stepping but that's cliché hey
Niggas thought they left me
Then we beat the case hey
Dawgie you a ************* ***** *****
If you wasn't a nigga twin they
Would've tried to squish your kids pussy
Pussy pussy pussy wussy yeah pussy
If a nigga like buddy killed me
God gotta give me another chance
They gave fourteen niggas hits
It only cost three hundred bands
All this money on me now
I damn near need three pair of pants ****
I ain't going back and forth no
I'd rather go tit for tat let's go
I ain't tryna find no parking spot
I'd rather keep on spinnin' spin
If you kill one of my dawgs ****
I'd rather never end it huh
Nigga get your homie touched
And it won't cost me JC Penneys
Out the window in the rolls
Like I'm tired of seeing stars
I done went to buyin' Hellcats
I'm tired of all these foreigns
She done slapped another ***** out
Like I'm tired of all these broads
Told my lawyer speed the process up
I'm tired of all these charges
Nigga mad that I ain't payin' for his lawyer
He gon' be aight yeah
I made deals with the warden
I don't need a kite huh yeah
I can walk on any street
She don't need a bike huh
Bought a ring and engraved
I done found my wife
Thugga Mane LaFlare
I had more hoes than I got hair baby
I hope every rat go campin'
And get ate by a bear God
Skeeted in her face
She clean it off just like Nair huh
My last day of trial felt like playin' truth or dare
We on the back burner
***** I'm out the trenches I got a fat mama
I was whippin' foreigns 'fore I had learners
The 'Rari got a whistle like a football game yeah
I tried to tell her not to leave
And now she solo in my sheets
My homie traded for a freak
And I gave 'em everything they need
At night I cry myself to sleep
Gotta wake up and change my sheets
I wear my heart outside my sleeve
She yellin' free me 'til I'm free
How I get more love from a freak
Than I get from niggas that grew up
In the streets with me?
Some of my cars got stolen they ****** up my fleet
But I'll be okay y'all ain't ******* with my sleep
Your ***** been ******* ball players
Like you ain't a team twin
Like you ain't score a hundred points
Two thousand thirteen twin
Your new **** bossed up in
And every one of your dreams twin
My shoes brand new
But somehow I'm still leanin'
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah uh
Yeah uh
Yeah uh uh
