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Butcher Brown - Breevin' Lyrics



Butcher Brown - Breevin' Lyrics




In the ocean with motion to spare
I got the potion 'cause I'm focused on takin' it there
Dare I say, I got this shit on five thousand
Triple Trey finna wear it out 'til they stare
Hyper lightning when I strike
Bitch, you know I go hard
Out here in the yard, bundle up
Fillin' up the cup of life with blue faces
No basic
Covered all the bases from the office chair
I paid the fare and the cost to be the boss hog
I got the shit that make ya muthaf*ckin' head nod
It's just ridiculous
You heard the name, Tennishu
Pleasure to get acquainted
Stay the f*ck up out my business
Type of shit I'm on
I'm in the whip, she in the whip, hit the gas and I'm gone
Lever stuck on grind mode, it's deep up in my bones
Controller in my hands but I ain't playin' no games
None of this shit will ever be the same, yeah

Thirty-three, that make me Triple Trey
Out to get it every single way
Comin' with that fire all day
Hatin', stay the f*ck up out the way
Engine that be runnin' my zone
No bag, don't be ringin' up my phone
'Rari with the drip ya know I'm gone
Thank you, Jesus
Happy to be breathin'

Got the liqour comin' with the paper bag
Whole team great, but we not tryna brag
Double check the numbers for the jet lag
Can't be in no bodybag
Keep track of the paper, yeah
I know that the promise land is comin' soon
I ain't got the bark but you gon feel that boom
At the bank stackin' up the whole room
Ain't no need to zoom
Ayo, just get the broom
Because we sweepin' out the f*ck shit from noon to noon
Tennishu been grindin' so the money comin' soon
I been out here in the lane
Ridin' with the gang talkin' to the pen
Roundin' out the bend with the doom
Cold as ice, I can do it all night
Gotta get it and I gotta get it right now
Grind heavy but I keep the friends light
Tennishu, it's Triple Trey, it's going down right now

Thirty-three, that make me Triple Trey
Out to get it every single way
Comin' with that fire all day
Hatin', stay the f*ck up out the way
Engine that be runnin' my zone
No bag, don't be ringin' up my phone
'Rari with the drip ya know I'm gone
Thank you, Jesus
Happy to be breathin'

Ladies and gentlemen
This has been a Tennishu R4ND4ZZO BIGB4ND
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Like that
Uh
Do it again-uh
Do it again-uh
Damn
Uh
Butcher Brown
Yeah
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In the ocean with motion to spare
I got the potion 'cause I'm focused on takin' it there
Dare I say, I got this shit on five thousand
Triple Trey finna wear it out 'til they stare
Hyper lightning when I strike
Bitch, you know I go hard
Out here in the yard, bundle up
Fillin' up the cup of life with blue faces
No basic
Covered all the bases from the office chair
I paid the fare and the cost to be the boss hog
I got the shit that make ya muthaf*ckin' head nod
It's just ridiculous
You heard the name, Tennishu
Pleasure to get acquainted
Stay the f*ck up out my business
Type of shit I'm on
I'm in the whip, she in the whip, hit the gas and I'm gone
Lever stuck on grind mode, it's deep up in my bones
Controller in my hands but I ain't playin' no games
None of this shit will ever be the same, yeah

Thirty-three, that make me Triple Trey
Out to get it every single way
Comin' with that fire all day
Hatin', stay the f*ck up out the way
Engine that be runnin' my zone
No bag, don't be ringin' up my phone
'Rari with the drip ya know I'm gone
Thank you, Jesus
Happy to be breathin'

Got the liqour comin' with the paper bag
Whole team great, but we not tryna brag
Double check the numbers for the jet lag
Can't be in no bodybag
Keep track of the paper, yeah
I know that the promise land is comin' soon
I ain't got the bark but you gon feel that boom
At the bank stackin' up the whole room
Ain't no need to zoom
Ayo, just get the broom
Because we sweepin' out the f*ck shit from noon to noon
Tennishu been grindin' so the money comin' soon
I been out here in the lane
Ridin' with the gang talkin' to the pen
Roundin' out the bend with the doom
Cold as ice, I can do it all night
Gotta get it and I gotta get it right now
Grind heavy but I keep the friends light
Tennishu, it's Triple Trey, it's going down right now

Thirty-three, that make me Triple Trey
Out to get it every single way
Comin' with that fire all day
Hatin', stay the f*ck up out the way
Engine that be runnin' my zone
No bag, don't be ringin' up my phone
'Rari with the drip ya know I'm gone
Thank you, Jesus
Happy to be breathin'

Ladies and gentlemen
This has been a Tennishu R4ND4ZZO BIGB4ND
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Like that
Uh
Do it again-uh
Do it again-uh
Damn
Uh
Butcher Brown
Yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Marcus Tenney
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Performed By: Butcher Brown
Written by: Marcus Tenney

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