Breeve on Em Lyrics
| Song | Breeve on Em |
| Artist | Da Brat |
| Album | Ghetto Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Da Brat, Pttman | |
| (Da Brat) | |
| I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it | |
| locked | |
| Just throw yo hands in the air mother******as | |
| I came to make y'all freak one another | |
| I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' | |
| We keep watching ******s die for simple things | |
| So I keep swingin', ******' a ****** head up | |
| Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust | |
| (22) | |
| Now I don't stop, but I smoke ****** | |
| I ain't gotta pop rocks no more I got G's | |
| Just wave you hands from side to side | |
| Cause we gone show keep it live | |
| We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin', I keep | |
| rippin' | |
| I keep women, I creep and keep hittin' | |
| They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I'm with | |
| you tonight | |
| Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice | |
| (Da Brat) | |
| When I'm called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on | |
| with us | |
| Can't ball with us, too hard to touch | |
| 22 ******' up they callin' us | |
| (22) | |
| Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust | |
| They keep ru************n' for status, some more than you got | |
| it | |
| All for cabbage as far as we got it | |
| (Da Brat) | |
| So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge | |
| Bout to go loco on these ******s, leave'em for dead, | |
| and | |
| (22) | |
| When it's time for us, ************ we diamond cut | |
| I'm 22, We West-Chi | |
| (Da Brat) | |
| And I'm da mother******' Brat right | |
| Hook: (say 2x) | |
| If you won't ride then say so, why play make dough | |
| Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes | |
| Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best | |
| blow | |
| It's potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours | |
| (22) | |
| When I hit the door, ****** best move, guess who | |
| We ain't got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves | |
| and a vest too | |
| Test who why you trippin' we came to party | |
| Run game and probably leave the party with | |
| somebody | |
| Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it | |
| And when I ****** 'em they hypnotized | |
| Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes | |
| Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown | |
| In my zone, I'm a grown man, gone I ain't tryin' to | |
| keep her | |
| She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep | |
| creepin' | |
| Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a | |
| sudden | |
| A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she | |
| Scared to cut ******' too many hoes, me I got | |
| Twenty hoes, I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, | |
| see a show | |
| Let it be known playa west to east | |
| Cause I'm the dog that fell in love with the Georgia | |
| Peach | |
| Hook | |
| (Da Brat) | |
| I heard you wanna hit this twat, ****** I thought not | |
| Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock ******ed | |
| Got too much of my own ************t to stop | |
| And look for ******s, when I make any ************ rock | |
| Shook them ******s, took all they cheese, still they say | |
| They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed | |
| and ************t | |
| ****** that, I got half on the ****** and ************t and I'm | |
| Brat | |
| One of a kind of my breed and ************t and you can find | |
| me | |
| On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click, | |
| believe a ************ | |
| Cause ain't no ****** hated on the ************ yet | |
| Squeeze the ************, got grip, they can't forget | |
| Ain't a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me | |
| Quote, write and recite, ****** all night like me | |
| They say is she is or is she ain't a dyke | |
| You curious cause you wanna ****** me tonight | |
| Hook |
| zuo ci : Da Brat, Pttman | |
| Da Brat | |
| I Don' t stop, I stay hot, y' all stay shocked, we keep it | |
| locked | |
| Just throw yo hands in the air mother as | |
| I came to make y' all freak one another | |
| I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' | |
| We keep watching s die for simple things | |
| So I keep swingin', ' a head up | |
| Dead up, I' m fed up feel my lead bust | |
| 22 | |
| Now I don' t stop, but I smoke | |
| I ain' t gotta pop rocks no more I got G' s | |
| Just wave you hands from side to side | |
| Cause we gone show keep it live | |
| We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin', I keep | |
| rippin' | |
| I keep women, I creep and keep hittin' | |
| They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I' m with | |
| you tonight | |
| Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice | |
| Da Brat | |
| When I' m called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on | |
| with us | |
| Can' t ball with us, too hard to touch | |
| 22 ' up they callin' us | |
| 22 | |
| Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust | |
| They keep ru n' for status, some more than you got | |
| it | |
| All for cabbage as far as we got it | |
| Da Brat | |
| So don' t push me, I' m too close to the edge | |
| Bout to go loco on these s, leave' em for dead, | |
| and | |
| 22 | |
| When it' s time for us, we diamond cut | |
| I' m 22, We WestChi | |
| Da Brat | |
| And I' m da mother' Brat right | |
| Hook: say 2x | |
| If you won' t ride then say so, why play make dough | |
| Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes | |
| Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best | |
| blow | |
| It' s potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours | |
| 22 | |
| When I hit the door, best move, guess who | |
| We ain' t got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves | |
| and a vest too | |
| Test who why you trippin' we came to party | |
| Run game and probably leave the party with | |
| somebody | |
| Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it | |
| And when I ' em they hypnotized | |
| Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes | |
| Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown | |
| In my zone, I' m a grown man, gone I ain' t tryin' to | |
| keep her | |
| She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep | |
| creepin' | |
| Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a | |
| sudden | |
| A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she | |
| Scared to cut ' too many hoes, me I got | |
| Twenty hoes, I' ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, | |
| see a show | |
| Let it be known playa west to east | |
| Cause I' m the dog that fell in love with the Georgia | |
| Peach | |
| Hook | |
| Da Brat | |
| I heard you wanna hit this twat, I thought not | |
| Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock ed | |
| Got too much of my own t to stop | |
| And look for s, when I make any rock | |
| Shook them s, took all they cheese, still they say | |
| They body' s callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed | |
| and t | |
| that, I got half on the and t and I' m | |
| Brat | |
| One of a kind of my breed and t and you can find | |
| me | |
| On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click, | |
| believe a | |
| Cause ain' t no hated on the yet | |
| Squeeze the , got grip, they can' t forget | |
| Ain' t a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me | |
| Quote, write and recite, all night like me | |
| They say is she is or is she ain' t a dyke | |
| You curious cause you wanna me tonight | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Da Brat, Pttman | |
| Da Brat | |
| I Don' t stop, I stay hot, y' all stay shocked, we keep it | |
| locked | |
| Just throw yo hands in the air mother as | |
| I came to make y' all freak one another | |
| I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' | |
| We keep watching s die for simple things | |
| So I keep swingin', ' a head up | |
| Dead up, I' m fed up feel my lead bust | |
| 22 | |
| Now I don' t stop, but I smoke | |
| I ain' t gotta pop rocks no more I got G' s | |
| Just wave you hands from side to side | |
| Cause we gone show keep it live | |
| We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin', I keep | |
| rippin' | |
| I keep women, I creep and keep hittin' | |
| They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I' m with | |
| you tonight | |
| Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice | |
| Da Brat | |
| When I' m called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on | |
| with us | |
| Can' t ball with us, too hard to touch | |
| 22 ' up they callin' us | |
| 22 | |
| Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust | |
| They keep ru n' for status, some more than you got | |
| it | |
| All for cabbage as far as we got it | |
| Da Brat | |
| So don' t push me, I' m too close to the edge | |
| Bout to go loco on these s, leave' em for dead, | |
| and | |
| 22 | |
| When it' s time for us, we diamond cut | |
| I' m 22, We WestChi | |
| Da Brat | |
| And I' m da mother' Brat right | |
| Hook: say 2x | |
| If you won' t ride then say so, why play make dough | |
| Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes | |
| Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best | |
| blow | |
| It' s potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours | |
| 22 | |
| When I hit the door, best move, guess who | |
| We ain' t got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves | |
| and a vest too | |
| Test who why you trippin' we came to party | |
| Run game and probably leave the party with | |
| somebody | |
| Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it | |
| And when I ' em they hypnotized | |
| Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes | |
| Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown | |
| In my zone, I' m a grown man, gone I ain' t tryin' to | |
| keep her | |
| She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep | |
| creepin' | |
| Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a | |
| sudden | |
| A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she | |
| Scared to cut ' too many hoes, me I got | |
| Twenty hoes, I' ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, | |
| see a show | |
| Let it be known playa west to east | |
| Cause I' m the dog that fell in love with the Georgia | |
| Peach | |
| Hook | |
| Da Brat | |
| I heard you wanna hit this twat, I thought not | |
| Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock ed | |
| Got too much of my own t to stop | |
| And look for s, when I make any rock | |
| Shook them s, took all they cheese, still they say | |
| They body' s callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed | |
| and t | |
| that, I got half on the and t and I' m | |
| Brat | |
| One of a kind of my breed and t and you can find | |
| me | |
| On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click, | |
| believe a | |
| Cause ain' t no hated on the yet | |
| Squeeze the , got grip, they can' t forget | |
| Ain' t a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me | |
| Quote, write and recite, all night like me | |
| They say is she is or is she ain' t a dyke | |
| You curious cause you wanna me tonight | |
| Hook |
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