"breesh breesh" lyrics
"breesh breesh"
What the fuck?
What the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck (Fuck, fuck)
What the fuck
What the fuck, what the fuck, ah-ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
What's in my bag? (Bag) What's in my bag? (Bag, yeah)
Check in my bag (In my bag), where the fuck my dad? (Bleh)
Check in my bag (Bleh), G-Lock bag strap (Strap)
But we got ARPs, huh, do you wanna come fuck with me? Yeah
I don't like lean, uh, buy expensive money to see ya
In the Tris like Treesha, Tris, Tris, Treesha
And I like these beans, uh, beans, beans, lean, uh (Huh)
Look at all this breesha (Yeah), breesh, breesh, breesh, huh
Take [?], I don't wanna see ya
And all my slut trucks say A.C.A.B., yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She just a fiend and she'll ride with me, uh (Uh, uh)
I like your face, I'll put you on a t-shirt (Ok, on a T)
I-I made you run, 'cause I like to play with guns, uh (Play with guns)
Do you play dumb? It's whatever I want (Tell ya)
I hope the sun come up, I can tell you somethin' (Yeah)
Flexin' them bags, hunnid tags
What's in my bag? (Bag) What's in my bag? (Bag, yeah)
Check in my bag (In my bag), where the fuck my dad? (Where he at?)
Check in my bag, G-Lock bag strap (Strap)
But we got ARPs, huh, do you wanna come fuck with me? Yeah
I don't like lean, uh, buy expensive money to see ya
In the Tris like Treesha, Tris, Tris, Treesha
And I like these beans, uh, beans, beans, lean, uh (Huh)
Look at all this breesha (Uh), breesh, breesh, breesh, huh
Shoutout them racks, so I can be fresh when I see ya
And thinkin' back when I was fallin' like the leaves, uh (Leaves)
How the fuck I'm grievin'? I say, "Good grief," uh
Do you get it? I mean it but I didn't get to treat ya
I trash the leaves, uh, drive the car on the beach, uh
Why you so mean? Uh, I don't like you neither
Pull up and see ya, with mother, may I feed 'em (Uh-huh)
I guess you need 'em, but I don't never need ya
What-What's in my bag? (What's the beef?) What's in my bag? (Where's my shit)
Check in my bag (In my bag), where the fuck my dad? (Where he at?)
Check in my bag, G-Lock bag strap (Yeah)
But we got ARPs, huh, do you wanna come fuck with me? Yeah (Huh)
I don't like lean, uh, buy expensive money to see ya (Nah)
In the Tris like Treesha, Tris, Tris, Treesha
And I like these beans, uh, beans, beans, lean, uh (Huh)
Look at all this breesha (Uh), breesh, breesh, breesh, huh
Writer(s): Gunner Shepardson
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