Bruddahs by XMPL Lyrics
[Verse]
Chillin at the table man I'm here sippin my tea
Goin way past it man I'm here out in OT
Ice on my name, I got a benz and a Rollie
Out here in my tee, goin crazy PTSD
People out here gassin man and talkin like they know me
Blocking people all day like a fuckin goalie
Fake with all that shit and now these people acting phoney
White Iverson man this shit ain't fuckin Stoney
Girl I'm waitin in the lobby, uh
Cold shit, got me sick, I got insomnia
Oh yeah, my crew just like the Mafia
With all this bang bang shit and it's probably cause
All my bruddah's out here wearing yamakas
Got my two sisters out here man they prolly buzzed
Got me in the con-v yeah it's prolly bubs
Oh they slashing tires? I know who it prolly was
Yeah, I'm not here to point fingers
I’m just here to hand out all them middle fingers
You got baggage? Man I'll call you Jerry Springer
Now I’m here sippin’ wine and you stuck with TV dinners, agh!
With Mike Vick and my dogs, we at Petco
Where’d he come from? Out the fuckin get-go
Raps not mumbling, this man fucking retro
Why you gonna do man, because she fucking said so
Yeah my team is all natural
Down low, five-zero I’m the admiral
Shit is slow on that mother fuckin classical
First few songs out here dissing they collateral
*Pre-Recorded Freestyle* (Speaker)
I'll Freestyle
(Freestyle)
Uh, oh my god
Wait
Take a second
Oh my god wait shit look
Oh my god look at the floor
Oh my god look at all this fucking decor
Look at this basement, oh my god
Man, this shit racing
This shit racing, like Lightening McQueen in his basement
Lightening McQueen in his basement and he racing
What the fuck you talking 'bout
What the fuck you talking 'bout
Man, turn on the water, turn on that fucking spout
Turn on that fucking spout
Oh my god, Lily Wolfe shut your mouth!
Chillin at the table man I'm here sippin my tea
Goin way past it man I'm here out in OT
Ice on my name, I got a benz and a Rollie
Out here in my tee, goin crazy PTSD
People out here gassin man and talkin like they know me
Blocking people all day like a fuckin goalie
Fake with all that shit and now these people acting phoney
White Iverson man this shit ain't fuckin Stoney
Girl I'm waitin in the lobby, uh
Cold shit, got me sick, I got insomnia
Oh yeah, my crew just like the Mafia
With all this bang bang shit and it's probably cause
All my bruddah's out here wearing yamakas
Got my two sisters out here man they prolly buzzed
Got me in the con-v yeah it's prolly bubs
Oh they slashing tires? I know who it prolly was
Yeah, I'm not here to point fingers
I’m just here to hand out all them middle fingers
You got baggage? Man I'll call you Jerry Springer
Now I’m here sippin’ wine and you stuck with TV dinners, agh!
With Mike Vick and my dogs, we at Petco
Where’d he come from? Out the fuckin get-go
Raps not mumbling, this man fucking retro
Why you gonna do man, because she fucking said so
Yeah my team is all natural
Down low, five-zero I’m the admiral
Shit is slow on that mother fuckin classical
First few songs out here dissing they collateral
*Pre-Recorded Freestyle* (Speaker)
I'll Freestyle
(Freestyle)
Uh, oh my god
Wait
Take a second
Oh my god wait shit look
Oh my god look at the floor
Oh my god look at all this fucking decor
Look at this basement, oh my god
Man, this shit racing
This shit racing, like Lightening McQueen in his basement
Lightening McQueen in his basement and he racing
What the fuck you talking 'bout
What the fuck you talking 'bout
Man, turn on the water, turn on that fucking spout
Turn on that fucking spout
Oh my god, Lily Wolfe shut your mouth!