- Votes:
- Composers:
- Aaron Pittman
- Shawntae Harris
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- See also:
Da Brat - Breeve On Em lyrics
[Da Brat]
 I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it
 locked
 Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas
 I came to make y'all freak one another
 I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin'
 We keep watching niggas die for simple things
 So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up
 Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust
 [22]
 Now I don't stop, but I smoke weed
 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 fuckin' up they callin' us
 [22]
 Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust
 They keep rushin' 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 niggas, leave'em for dead,
 and
 [22]
 When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut
 I'm 22, We West-Chi
 [Da Brat]
 And I'm da motherfuckin' 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
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 It's potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours
 [22]
 When I hit the door, nigga 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 fuck '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___fuckin' 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, nigga I thought not
 Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked
 Got too much of my own shit to stop
 And look for niggas, when I make any dick rock
 Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say
 They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed
 and shit
 Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I'm
 Brat
 One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find
 me
 On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click,
 believe a bitch
 Cause ain't no nigga hated on the pussy yet
 Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can't forget
 Ain't a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me
 Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me
 They say is she is or is she ain't a dyke
 You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight
Hook











