| Now it’s just me, my nigga Mikey D, getting throwed
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| We was bangin' out some Masta P, on the road
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| I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold
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| They don’t like it when you come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold
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| Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I fuck
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| My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses
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| I won’t step up in your dealership until I’m flossin'
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| We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk
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| Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that’s my baby
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| I’ve been spittin' like it’s crack or some, like since the 80's
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| I was born I think in '91, that mean I’m chosen
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| When I slide back through your hood, bitch, just have a frozen, bitch
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| Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I’m Brad Jordan
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| Goddamn, I’m in, feel like I’m Brad Jordan
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| Scarface somethin', like I’m Brad Jordan
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| Feel like I’m the fuckin', feel like I’m Brad Jordan
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| Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental
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| In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas
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| Feel like I’m Brad Jordan
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| Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble
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| Grippin', on another level, mothafucka
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| I feel like droppin' classics, like the rucker
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| And rappers be too passive
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| It’s just me, my brother Spottie, bitch, sit low
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| I’ve been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4
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| Niggas asking me too many questions, fuckin' throwed
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| Ride Da Vinci, Mike, December we was losing, now we winnin'
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| Can I sport a couple in this, play for bucks that Brandon Jennings
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| Wear your crown and your pocket, or that shit’ll come up missin'
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| You that nigga but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business
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| This for all my Eastside niggas who be eating, do no sleeping
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| For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend
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| Shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin'
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| And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins
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| And shout-out to my daddy, I’mma buy your ass a Bentley
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| A bunch of bustas
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| I’m on everybody’s asses, and this the notice
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| And I ain’t even tryin', ho, did you notice?
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| And this the standard, fuckin' bogus
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| You fuckin' rappers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brad Jordan (feat. Michael Da Vinci) , by - Isaiah Rashad. Song from the album Cilvia Demo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп