| Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I’ve changed
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| I’m just tryna chill, that ain’t why I came
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| Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain
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| And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang
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| Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I’ve changed
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| I’m just tryna chill, that ain’t why I came
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| Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain
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| And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang
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| Aww mayne
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| *Devin with (an upcoming rapper)*
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| Up in the scene with some green in my jeans
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| Me and my team made of most of weed things
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| Just leaving the lab, bout to have
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| Bust a drink, find some pink and hope it don’t stink
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| I go out hardly but when I chill at a party
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| I just be glad to see everybody
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| Having a good time as we chill and reminisce
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| Get on the flo' and bust a move, remember this?
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| As I see the ladies ringing while the DJ is spinning
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| Bout to pounce up on some pussy, ain’t finna pay a penny
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| Excuse me Miss, baby you looking good, I wish we could
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| Get to know each other and uh…
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| (Hey, check it out man…
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| I’m tryin to get out there man, what’s the best way to do it, man?
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| I’m tryin to get out there)
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| You tryin to get out there, man I don’t know, man
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| I know the door is up there to the right
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| (Aww man, you trippin)
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| That nigga bustin me and talkin bout the publishing
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| When that ain’t the conversation we discussing
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| When we got a group of bitches over there in the mix
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| Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed
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| I don’t know right now how much will I charge for a verse
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| But I do know that my dick is so hard that it hurts
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| Lookin at that bitch over there, excuse me mayne
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| Let me spit my game, hopefully she’ll lick my thang
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| (Oh that nigga trippin, that nigga think he that
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| That nigga think he this, hey nigga ain’t bout shit
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| Man he ain’t gon help a brother out in need
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| All that nigga wanna do is fuck hoes and smoke weed
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| Man you know I’m tryna come up and tryna do mines
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| And that nigga there he ain’t got time!)
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| We got sweets, got freaks, got joints and shits
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| I won’t talk about no mothafuckin points and splits
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| We talkin and we jokin bout to spark it finna smoke it
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| (Say man my CD’s about ready, man what I do)
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| Market and promote it!
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| Man my dick I’m tryin to poke it in the broad when I leave
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| It’s kinda difficult to do it wit you slobbin on my sleeve
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| Nigga please hit the weed and chill fo' a sec
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| What are the chances of you getting the deal fo' I jet?
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| With all due respect I understand your hustle
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| But I’m tryna get one-a-deez hoez to hug my love muscle
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| (Man, what’s a love muscle?
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| What’s a love muscle? |
| Hey man!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pick My Brain , by - Devin the Dude. Song from the album Suite #420, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп