"Brooklyn Badness (W.Y.F.L Freestyle)" lyrics
Brooklyn Badness
Yeah, look
Just touchdown in the yard, celebration dance
Touchdown with the squad
This is not a local touchdown
We're abroad, let's rap about it though
Touchdown like the pod
Bank like TD, touchdown with the card
Pick six to kick it, touchdown with the broads
She on all fours, touchdown like a quad
So I had to run it back, touchdown 100 yards
Keep me in the end zone, not the friend zone
Got to get you gemstones on your skin tone
Fruity pebbles for the 10, not a tin dome
Ass make the bedrock like the Flintstones
Tricks of a kids and it's money been grown
And I get under skin like a ingrown
Up on these, you would think I sent drones
Where they try to cross, you would think I went chrome
Trying to get me on a camping for pink phone
Trying to dip with my jewels like I'm Jim Jones
We don't really book rooms, rent homes
Put away that sprint phone or get sent home
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
Only doing it to the max is us
Paper coming through like they was faxing us
So we got to keep chop like it's a axe with us
West Indies like it's saying a kick
That's how we stepping through that 876
Cake very thick like a plates never miss
Pussy taste like rum punch take every sip
Yo, I used to serve a J that was cool as LL
I was selling butter soft like a pel pel
I remember back spot trips for 12 12s
Now I'm doing bad mind in 1212
First night drinking light just chilling, thinking life
Then it's back to the villa with a team Lincoln Heights
Tell them follow Porsche truck, hit the blinker lights
Next day hit the next party, pink and white
Then we go tropical, heard it be popping tool
Rain can't shut it down, Bob's unstoppable
My dog Anthony, just sent the address
And big Larry bringing Brooklyn badness
We only got room for another bad bitch
Let's seize the Sunday, hopping like the rabbits
Shout out this leg, got the Rick on display
Know I had to come silky when I came to risque, hey
Yeah, look
Just touchdown in the yard, celebration dance
Touchdown with the squad
This is not a local touchdown
We're abroad, let's rap about it though
Touchdown like the pod
Bank like TD, touchdown with the card
Pick six to kick it, touchdown with the broads
She on all fours, touchdown like a quad
So I had to run it back, touchdown 100 yards
Keep me in the end zone, not the friend zone
Got to get you gemstones on your skin tone
Fruity pebbles for the 10, not a tin dome
Ass make the bedrock like the Flintstones
Tricks of a kids and it's money been grown
And I get under skin like a ingrown
Up on these, you would think I sent drones
Where they try to cross, you would think I went chrome
Trying to get me on a camping for pink phone
Trying to dip with my jewels like I'm Jim Jones
We don't really book rooms, rent homes
Put away that sprint phone or get sent home
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
Only doing it to the max is us
Paper coming through like they was faxing us
So we got to keep chop like it's a axe with us
West Indies like it's saying a kick
That's how we stepping through that 876
Cake very thick like a plates never miss
Pussy taste like rum punch take every sip
Yo, I used to serve a J that was cool as LL
I was selling butter soft like a pel pel
I remember back spot trips for 12 12s
Now I'm doing bad mind in 1212
First night drinking light just chilling, thinking life
Then it's back to the villa with a team Lincoln Heights
Tell them follow Porsche truck, hit the blinker lights
Next day hit the next party, pink and white
Then we go tropical, heard it be popping tool
Rain can't shut it down, Bob's unstoppable
My dog Anthony, just sent the address
And big Larry bringing Brooklyn badness
We only got room for another bad bitch
Let's seize the Sunday, hopping like the rabbits
Shout out this leg, got the Rick on display
Know I had to come silky when I came to risque, hey
