
Brandon Lee ft. King Pen Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
This a movie Netflix Tuvi Brandon Lee you lives in the Uzi
Go live film your corpse in Jacuzzi Give me hood rats Holmes she's too boozy
Rubber bands bout to snap knots too big Left the mall big puddles drip too lit
Gold chains gold rings kicks new fit Work hard don't stunt boy you sick
Humble days in the cage don't look back Give your bitch a hundred dollars cause she
looked sad Dropped down to her knees like a transaction
We in public get up baby you cappin' Turn a hoe to a housewife you a captain
Know some horny-ass paisas girls come and cash in
Whole paycheck ready they just want some action
Turn her house to the Playboy Mansion I came from the grain I'm a savage
I did what I did I did some damage Daddy on his grown man shit now
Feather in my hat pockets square in my get down
Snake skin boots and my pink striped suits When I pull up to the club in a V12 coupe
When I'm sippin' gold bottles in a VIP booth Like who can paint a picture like this
It's Mozart baby
Made weapons out of paper who would've thought it
Mother kicked his ass out he was an alcoholic Was a ward of the state
State fed as well Told that bitch keep it mild like Taco Bell
Edward Scissorhands flow got him all sprung Never ever owned a house had a cop one
Neighbor muggin' lookin' at me like a criminal From a cell to a mansion it's the pinnacle
Always thought worse scenarios I'm cynical In the pen jackin' off to different centerfolds
Been out for hella years but I'm still trapped Whole thing in her throat had to film that
You ain't talkin' big bags homie me kill that
Much older could give a fuck still rap Much older could give a fuck still rap
Still doin' it you can feel that you can feel that
I came from the crane I'm a savage I did what I did I did some damage
Daddy on his grown man shit now Featherin' my hat pockets wearin' my get-down
Snake skin boots in my pink sweat suits When I pull up to the club in a V12 coupe
When I'm sippin' gold bottles in a VIP booth Like who can paint a picture like this
It's Mozart baby