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lirik lagu brahman - woofer (remastered)

[verse 1: brahman]
run it, gun it, break it, sell it, stun it, boy we got this sh~t reed up
roll it, bowl it, fake it, fell it, sold it, we ain’t never toke weed up
boy he stacking this green stuff, b~tches sipping on lean cups
find a fake and straight take his breaks and plate leave his vehicle keyed up
b~tch talk sh~t like she got a f~cking potty mouth
end it wit’ a pucker like i’m eating gramma’s sauerkraut
getting rev up at the door and leave em’ smoking on the couch
bumping sh~t loud so we bringing down the whole house
don’t try to test me, running don’t catch me, try have a talk with this gat in my bag
mess with my family, k!lling a man or three, don’t give a sh~t bout the color of flags
talk with my mouth but they talk with they mags, blowing sh~t up like your boy was a frag
these b~tches be fighting this sh~t he’s so futile
she’s slurping a boy like ramen noodles

[chorus]
bumping that woofer out the back of the subaru
silver full sitting with a 5th and a k!ller view
chilling out back with the brew and the whole crew
bumping that sh~t out the back of the subaru
[verse 2: brahman]
turn the keys to this, know it’s kinda lit, hold me down
she a m~s~ch~st, beat the trunk with that thumping sound
whack a fool like there’s tickets round, claim our prize i’ll have winnings now
pizza face to make chuckee frown, pop the ground and say
run mother f~cker this a marathon now
shots around, get down
there’s people like you and there’s people like me
there’s people like us, no people like we
i’m flossing with dollars to get the gold out my t~~th
they may call me baller but don’t have cleats on my feet
i’m a tame impala but i’ve been coming off rabid
talk a little truth and they call you a savage

[verse 3: ty rel]
uh, uh, uh woo
stacks on stacks bring that whip my way
what can i get fr 6.6k?
whip the sh~t all night and day
she clean the seats, if i get laid (okay?)
she as bad as ethan’s truck
if she gets lucky i might f~ck
quit whining b~tch hop off my bumper
i ain’t keep 612 numbers
make her open the garage for me
make these hoes manage with me
i’m keeping my crew on that top shelf
b~tch here’s a razor take care of yourself
whipping it k!lling it boy we flying
you f~cking a nasty ho, dumpster diving

- lirik lagu brahman

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