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Brockhampton
Brockhampton

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I got pipe dreams of crack
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rocks and stripper poles
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Of fucking center folds
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So I got secrets only
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me and all my niggas know
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Of kicking in the doors
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I'll send a bitch to get ya
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So don't play fucking stupid
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I know you got the product
Em
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'Cause I could smell the money
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I could taste the weed
Give me somethin' or a body,
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only way I'll leave
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I love to watch 'em squirm
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I love when bitches bleed
If she's sucking on the barrel,
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you can't hear her scream
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So kiss the fucking carpet
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This aggravated Larson
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And then I'm out the door
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It's monsters in your home
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Black gloves, mask on,
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muzzle plated chrome
Verse 2
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Who done called the cops on my niggas?
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Who done called the
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cops on my niggas?
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That's the first one to go
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Em
The first shot I blow
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Who done called the cops on my niggas?
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Who done called the cops on my niggas?
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Verse 3
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Shotta, shotta
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Who be that,
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the number one shotta?
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Put a missile on you when I'm
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on your blocka
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And you'll be thin, you'll be issue when I'm off it,
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off it, I'm off it
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I got the magazine from the pistol
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For any politician talkin' shit,
givin' issue
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Fm
Em
Another black man in the street,
it's official
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We riding out the spirit,
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C
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here go another pistol
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Ha, fuck, another cracka!
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Cop coming on my block
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Em
for the answers
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Huh? I no got time for your question
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Huh, just put mi mommy
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and mi bredren
Verse 4
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I hate the way I think,
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I hate the way it looms
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I hate the way the things I say
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incinerate a room
I know I'm tryna change,
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but it'll never work
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Just end up more broken
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down than when I started
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And that concrete feels the hardest
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every time I seem to touch it
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Started thinking I ain't meant for
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life but that's too deep
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Falling up into the ceiling while
I'm drowning in the
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Creek of my emotions trying
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harder to be open
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Em
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Talking 'bout release dates
Em
Fm
I'm trying to make it to tomorrow
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Internal honesty could be the
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hardest pill to swallow
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Em
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So I need two shots of everything
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that's on the fuckin' menu
Em
C
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I'm dancing with myself; setting fire to the venue,
motherfucker
Verse 5
Em
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Fm
Who done called the
Em
cops on my niggas?
C
That's the first one to go
Fm
Em
The first shot I blow
Fm
Em
Who done called the cops on my niggas?
Who done called the cops
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Em
on my niggas?
Verse 6
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Fuck you!
Em
I'll break your neck so you can
C
Fm
Em
watch your back
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Fuck you!
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I'll break your neck so you
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can watch your back
Em
I'll break your neck so you
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Em
can watch your back
C
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Fuck you!
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I'll break your neck so you can
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watch your back
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Em
Fuck you
Verse 7
Em
Fm
My old friend fucked my girlfriend,
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I should've shot him
C
Pray to god about him
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Man, I hit the lotto
Em
Yeah, my bitch got badder
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Em
Shit, my ass got badder
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And I forgave them bitches
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Em
So now it's off to millions
I been fucking sinning
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Em
Hit the forehead, chest, left,
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right, I'm grinning
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Asses on the ceiling
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And I got mirror feelings
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Em
For all you lil' demons
Yeah, you see the chain
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'Fore all you changed
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Em
on me
Rearranged on me
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Suck a dick about it
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I hope you get offended
C
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Em
And this ain't clean shit
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This is pissing off the yacht with
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my bitch on me
C
Wearin' mink on me
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Em
Sippin' Cris' on ya
Bet ya life on it
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I came to fight for it
Verse 8
Fm
C
Came in, raided all your pockets
And your bitch came in and
rubbed up on me
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E
Em
C
Fm
I'm burning rubber, I pulled up on you
Outro 1
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