Danny Brown, DopeHead, Zelooperz, Chavis Chandler - Bruiser Brigade Freestyle at a Boxing Gym - Selector lyrics

[Danny Brown, DopeHead, Zelooperz, Chavis Chandler - Bruiser Brigade Freestyle at a Boxing Gym - Selector lyrics]

Check!
I done popped a pill and I don't give a fuck
Ask B Mo ya think I made it up
I'm turnt up, Your bitch turnt out
She sucked all my niggas dicks
In that dope house
I'm getting money now, Whatcha know about it?
Fuck around and Im'a show you about it
Put stacks on your head

We gon' fuck around and put a noose around it
My niggas spit some gun powder
Turn your face to clam chowder
We eating good, Smokin' kush
I done had three hoes in a two-way shower
I don't care about you fake niggas
I don't fuck with none of y'all
Bitch I'll take your boxes
All I need is one phone call

Shout to my nigga name Dolla Dave
My niggas like runaway slaves from caves
They in the field
But they ain't picking cotton
All they wanna know is where the boxes
Where the mag at? Where the sag at?
Mag to your face
Think they ain't gon' pass that?
Bruiser Brigade bruiser Brigade
Bruiser Bridage we don't give no fuck

I'm on Linwood rolling up that Iraq
I can't put no more bitches in my contacts
I weigh my work on my palms, Fuck a Pyrex
Your bitch pulled it out and
Fucked me up in IMAX reefer roastin
Chiefin chokin' keep my lyrics potent
Haters notice I'm the dopest
Fakers keep my focused
Pockets full of Oxys and this
Bitch about to snort it
These rappers trunk rappers
Want to fuckin' full forward it
Everybody strapped
All my bitches head hunters
Devil's heaven free my niggas
Serving dead numbers
I'm in the street with the
Gremlins about 100 deep

Fuck CPR, Chopper leave 'em RIP
I'm the Hulk on bath salts
I'm the Hulk on bath salts
Dophead killin' shit on purpose nigga
Y'all on that broke shit
Tuesday dollar Church's nigga

I'm cleaned up and still
Represent the streets
Young black mother fucker with the flow
That got you asking "Who
Is that mother fucker?"
Turn your favorite mc into
That wack mother fucker
Polo trench got me feeling like Shaft
Posting up on nigga's composition
Cause I'm bad
Niggas and these bitches keep my
Name in their mouth my name in their mouth
Their mouth on my shaft
Oh god damn, Talking is cheap

I did a lot of shit and
It was all cause of me
Didn't even have to leave
Did it all from the D
Niggas wanna diss, but they all gotta sneak
The flow like sneaks, yours general release
Niggas know I'm instrumental to
These fucking beats
Flow hard like it was trying to
Sail the Titanic's kitchen sink
Ah! Nigga I'm killin' this shit

East 7 mile and we been in this bitch
By the time you get it
I done been in that shit
Cup of Faygo pour some liquor in that bitch
I ain't driving shit unless the
Tint in that bitch
Shut your mouth before I put
My dick in that bitch
East 7 Mile, I gotta get rich
Bruiser! We killin' this shit

Put my penis in your pie hole
Bout to go viral
Two bitches on my dick like these
Hoes 'bout to tight rope
Got these bitches stuck like they're
Sippin' on some sizzer
I put 'em walking to the store in a blizzard
Used to walk miles in a blizzard?
Fuck, Fuck fuck all the rumors
Let my dick make a statement
Hood rat hater, Bitch catch vapors
Niggas jackin' off they style master baiter
Let the K decay him put his ass in labor

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