GHOSTEMANE - Blunts-N-BrassMonkey lyrics
[GHOSTEMANE - Blunts-N-BrassMonkey lyrics]
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
All you rappers is kooky call that
Rapping hard as a motherfucker
But soft as butter
Never see you with a chopper
The coppers don't even look in your direction
Even they know you flexin'
Boy never held a Smith and Wesson
Or any weapon, never say what I'm 'bout to do
Bitch I just do it
You never see me say I'm making a move
But I'll move it, never hear
Me talking I'ma cop, i'ma copper
Just cop it, always see me doing shit you
Talk about in your music
Talking 'bout you got the lean
But your Sprite too clean
You talking 'bout you got some weed
But that shit ain't green
I don't need to fuck your bitch
Cause my chick too fine
I took a look at your whip
It don't shine like mine
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
I'm breaking it up while she up on the block
As soon as we done I be hitting that cut
I'm all outta that bud
Now what? I'm hungry as fuck
Gonna get me some grub
Thought about jumpin' in the whip but
The gas be killin me, killin me
Not to mention V8 engine
Guzzlin' like a slut, keep refillin'
So to now to hop on the bike
And I pedal to the metal
Thirsty homies whistling at bitches
Like a tea kettle settling for they head
Cause they gave me press
He watch from the stands
While a young white homie like me
Steal the show and create fans, do as I do
Drink the OE to the label and stop
Break out the OJ
Pour it to the tip of the top
Now mix it up till you don't
See no foam in the bottle
Drink that whole shit down then
Repeat till you wobble
Bitch I just do it
You never see me say I'm making a move
But I'll move it, never hear
Me talking I'ma cop, i'ma copper
Just cop it, always see me doing shit you
Talk about in your music
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
All you rappers is kooky call that
Rapping hard as a motherfucker
But soft as butter
Never see you with a chopper
The coppers don't even look in your direction
Even they know you flexin'
Boy never held a Smith and Wesson
Or any weapon, never say what I'm 'bout to do
Bitch I just do it
You never see me say I'm making a move
But I'll move it, never hear
Me talking I'ma cop, i'ma copper
Just cop it, always see me doing shit you
Talk about in your music
Talking 'bout you got the lean
But your Sprite too clean
You talking 'bout you got some weed
But that shit ain't green
I don't need to fuck your bitch
Cause my chick too fine
I took a look at your whip
It don't shine like mine
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
I'm breaking it up while she up on the block
As soon as we done I be hitting that cut
I'm all outta that bud
Now what? I'm hungry as fuck
Gonna get me some grub
Thought about jumpin' in the whip but
The gas be killin me, killin me
Not to mention V8 engine
Guzzlin' like a slut, keep refillin'
So to now to hop on the bike
And I pedal to the metal
Thirsty homies whistling at bitches
Like a tea kettle settling for they head
Cause they gave me press
He watch from the stands
While a young white homie like me
Steal the show and create fans, do as I do
Drink the OE to the label and stop
Break out the OJ
Pour it to the tip of the top
Now mix it up till you don't
See no foam in the bottle
Drink that whole shit down then
Repeat till you wobble
Bitch I just do it
You never see me say I'm making a move
But I'll move it, never hear
Me talking I'ma cop, i'ma copper
Just cop it, always see me doing shit you
Talk about in your music
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another
Malt liquor in my hand
Orange juice in the other
Driving with no hands, roll it up
I don't stutter blunts and brass monkey
Always been the bread and butter
One got me fucked up, but I need another