Lyrics Juicy Freestyle - Bryn

Juicy Freestyle

Back again
Ima looney
Gotta a bop and my arse says juicy
Ima artist I ain’t no groupie
Racks in the metro no need to be moody
I’m Not a typical Lucy
But I do love abit of side boobie
And when it comes to the music
Stick out like a sore thumb when making a movie
Slap them botch lips darling
Bully Bryn I beg your pardon
Belly full but I’m still starving
No designer I love a good bargain
Miss them days with the date in the margin
At the bin just pencil sharpening
Praise the kid when I’m up in the morning
Cup of tea with Marge in the garden
Litty committee
My Killy
On the block getting all gritty
Should of brought a coat It’s getting all chilli
On the back of my boyfriends gilly
Giv a fag to the local nitty
Now I’m running out it’s getting all silly
Nah f*ck it you know i ain’t witty
This is why I fucking love my city
I Rload myself like a full clip m13 I might call myself Cod
This music ting don’t pay me enough but I can’t work a full time job
So I might bang depop or call my bros 200 Hunna go get this prof
Been a year since covid has come about still now I ain’t got no cough
Señorita
Ima leader
Work from young now I ain’t just stopping
F*ck a feature
Ima peeper
Don’t chat shit bp is not capping
Amber leaf and some henny
I got 2 girls by the docks getting naughty
Rebel mode call me miley
Call up my right hand let’s get this popping
Tell boss man add more sauce
Bend your girls back in the crib with no force
I love melanin darlings course
Gorgeous ones with A Vivienne walk
I don’t sit in the trap I just right my raps with my primark shorts
Been OT
For stu of course
I don’t do that
Not illegal
Your bitch got naughty for Bryn
Ahh shit
Not again
Can’t lie she’s a 10/10
Next time just make sure she brings her friend
But any way enough of the talking
I’m bored of that
And it gets too boring
I might just roll up the amber leaf
And tell amber she needs to cut out by the morning
Back again
Ima looney
Gotta a bop and my arse says juicy
Ima artist I ain’t no groupie
Racks in the metro no need to be moody
I’m Not a typical Lucy
But I do love abit of side boobie
And when it comes to the music
Stick out like a sore thumb when making a movie
Slap them botch lips darling
Bully Bryn I beg your pardon
Belly full but I’m still starving
No designer I love a good bargain
Miss them days with the date in the margin
At the bin just pencil sharpening
Praise the kid when I’m up in the morning
Cup of tea with Marge in the garden
Mummy mummy mummy