Last-Dude – Brodie

Last-Dude – Brodie Lyrics

Artist: Last-Dude
Song: Brodie

Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n#gg#, gun, n#gg#, me too
Brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
Brush ’em

Look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
Diggin’ that Louie bag, Louie bag, n#gg# diggin’ that bag
Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut ’em

Brodie go woo, I bet man gon’ shoot
Said I’m big 092, know that I’m woo
Don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof

Two 38’s, three 22’s
Knock ’em down, domino, pull up with a .40
Lilo, he get stitched, ayy
Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin

Could a young n#gg# f#ck my b#tch
Drop out of school, no flunk
Meditate up on these b#tches, n#gg#, like Monk
It’s a walk through the park, but it’s not, b#tch, I run

Head so good, had to call a replay
Call a Uber up, put her on a e-way
Scratch, scratch, scratch, don’t mind me
That’s them Percs, let mе itch my face (Pull-pull-pull)

Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick
That b#tch go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut)
Put ‘еm on the floor like, sh#t, ayy
Chorus part five, you n#gg#s been waitin’

Good aim with this Glock, should’ve played in the Matrix
We ain’t killed in a while, finna boost up the ratings
I’ve been poppin’ my sh#t and these n#gg#s they hate it
Throwin’ my gang, I’m reppin’ my set

I don’t want me a Glock, hit his #ss with this TEC
Why he got on a vest? ‘Cause I aim at his neck
I serve a n#gg# {?} that sh#t finesse
Murda, murda, murda, all a n#gg# know

I can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
b#tch I’m freestylin’, you thought this sh#t was wrote
My dawg in the cell, I’m just here to give him hope
If a n#gg# want smoke, b#tch you know that it’s up

If I pull my dick out, then yo’ b#tch gonna suck
And he tried to rob me, he ain’t know it was tough
And I ain’t squashin’ no beef, p#ss# n#gg# it’s stuck, yeah
Don’t get put on a shirt, watch n#gg#s lurk

I keep a Glock, when I’m in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Uh, say that I’ll call a ape for a Maybach

I’m 823, I get straight cash
(If you got that work, I’ma take that)
Look, big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n#gg#, gun, n#gg#, me too

Brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
Brush ’em
Look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
Diggin’ that Louie bag, Louie bag, n#gg# diggin’ that bag

Duffle
Brodie go back out, cut ’em
Brodie go woo, I bet man gon’ shoot
Said I’m big 092, know that I’m woo

Don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two 38’s, three 22’s
I feel like I’m yo’ daddy, how many times I’m gon’ f#ck?

Tryna put my dick in her butt
Swerving in that b#tch, she bound to take dick
She bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
I pass her big dicky, no half, but infinity

Stroke your vicinity, b#tches, that coke ending me
Offer it, out for offerin’
n#gg#s say they “body the p#ss#”, then lets bang
Kill a f#ck n#gg#, he p#ss#, don’t want pain

Watch a n#gg# fold or mold, he won’t stay
I’ve been in a murder, revolved around pain
I’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
You think I’m p#ss# ‘til beam hit your face

Glock in yo’ mouth, got your b#tch at my house
And that b#tch tryna f#ck, so I’m f#ckin’ her face (Ayy)
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From the album:
Glock [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021

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