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Baby Brando - Splinter Cell Freestyle Lyrics



Baby Brando - Splinter Cell Freestyle Lyrics




Nodding off behind the wheel trynna to make it to the crib
Thirty day grind I ain't been to sleep in a bit
If a nigga don't f*ck with me it's probably over a bitch
I've been running numbers up I ain't worried about shit

Nigga worry about yo bag nothing else
Better do yo shit alone don't tell on yourself
Exotic weed I only roll what's on the top shelf
Aye where apron at cook a nigga top chef

Paradise general my niggas left right left
02 Lakers all these niggas get swept
Give a f*ck where you from
Give a f*ck what you rep
My niggas off them jiggas it's been a week he ain't slept

Weed so loud damn near went death
Yo baby call me to work her out bowflex
Try to go long in my hood nigga intercept
Bitch I'm in and out the like I'm splinter cell

My nigga spin and spit fire he a Cynaquil
I'll pay for the head tell me what's the bill
I want my money big Winston Churchill
Don't come petty if you want me to sign a deal

I'm tired of people trynna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Get in that mood get confused
Can't tell who real
Niggas wasn't around when I f*cked up had to steal
You niggas going nowhere fast you a treadmill

I'm on some other shit now
Up roll on a bitch and she said holy cow
Dick ride the next nigga some shit I can't allow
Beat they block too many times they had to throw in the towel
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Nodding off behind the wheel trynna to make it to the crib
Thirty day grind I ain't been to sleep in a bit
If a nigga don't f*ck with me it's probably over a bitch
I've been running numbers up I ain't worried about shit

Nigga worry about yo bag nothing else
Better do yo shit alone don't tell on yourself
Exotic weed I only roll what's on the top shelf
Aye where apron at cook a nigga top chef

Paradise general my niggas left right left
02 Lakers all these niggas get swept
Give a f*ck where you from
Give a f*ck what you rep
My niggas off them jiggas it's been a week he ain't slept

Weed so loud damn near went death
Yo baby call me to work her out bowflex
Try to go long in my hood nigga intercept
Bitch I'm in and out the like I'm splinter cell

My nigga spin and spit fire he a Cynaquil
I'll pay for the head tell me what's the bill
I want my money big Winston Churchill
Don't come petty if you want me to sign a deal

I'm tired of people trynna tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Get in that mood get confused
Can't tell who real
Niggas wasn't around when I f*cked up had to steal
You niggas going nowhere fast you a treadmill

I'm on some other shit now
Up roll on a bitch and she said holy cow
Dick ride the next nigga some shit I can't allow
Beat they block too many times they had to throw in the towel
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Writer: Brandon McLeod, Brooklyn McLeod
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Performed By: Baby Brando
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Brandon McLeod, Brooklyn McLeod
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