lirik lagu brisco - task force
verse 1
step out the cleaners sn-tch the covers off the old skool meet me in the trap baby i can sell em soul food
ha you know pats and blow you know bryn dog died kuz he slapped hiz hoe
yea im so hood i move wieght like a bench press layin with a rat im tryna stick her for her wic check
dis dat shyt im dat shyt uhh watch me goon ma dunk so v 12 huh!!
im looking for the girl have you seen her before i find the b-tch i stuck ma d-ckies out the cleaners
grab dat wood n stuff em like sushi rolls tonight i aint cakin im jus vibin wit my groupie hoes
ha im stuck in the clutch this ma last try say goodnite and h-llo to the bad guy
and that be brisc im on dat shyt im feelin ma self i cant quit yeah!!!
hook: the trap dont close and the money dont stop
when the clean run out then we boomin em raw
they screamin task force task force they tellin on nikkaz 2x whoa!!!
verse 2
b-tch -ss nikkaz cant eat wer we eat and wen we in the club they ont be wer we be
move blocks move all dat work b-tch sell dat p-ssy i remove dat skirt
and im back on da street tip fast money got me back on dis beef shyt…reel tawk
and yung berg p-ssy -ss so helpless and wen he get cold i just find a way to melt him
im well respected in hallways and cuts backstreets and allies sewer drains the muck
stand up fight back nikka lets stump nikka stand for somethin dont be no chump
its funny how words can take down the ship n its funny how nikkaz bow wow and b-tch ha!!
you nikkaz lucky weezy f my brotha…kuz i aint got no money..and iont see you m-th- f-kaz…. yeah!!!!
hook: the trap dont close and the money dont stop
when the clean run out then we boomin em raw
they screamin task force task force they tellin on nikkaz 2x whoa!!!
verse 3
dat boy dat boy dat boy brisco dat boy cant leave home wit out his pistol
dat boy dat boy is somethin else dat boy is somethin fresh i mean dat boy aint got nothin else
shyt..im on da grind like early doe..early bird just say a nikka gettin early doe
early servers black card black carpet black denim dirty black bag black market
quarters halfs jugglers slabs blocks corners the jungle the ave
a nick bag make a dime mad..hey..i f-ck her real good and lick work from her daddy
cross action..im two facested n i be goin too far yeah im gettin waisted
yeah p-ss my cup…im bout to go back up..hey hey.up!!!!!yeah!!
hook: the trap dont close and the money dont stop
when the clean run out then we boomin em raw
they screamin task force task force they tellin on nikkaz 2x whoa!!!
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