Brian Miller - Down & Out (Remix) lyrics

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Brian Miller - Down & Out (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Mommas oldest, dads brightest But youngin still thugging What was it that bad guidance Love him he's God gift Though they hate I love it It make me drive faster They won't catch the F50 Ferrari I got on Ferrari gla**es Mashing through New Orleans like it's Cali I'm just trying to keep up with the fashions Got my music blasting Television splashing I'm watching The Pa**ion Me I get my hot box game up when I flame up Shame lil n***as at the red light change up See everyone was around when I was down Now it's lonely at the top since I came up Look up, they trying to look me up and hook up look I ain't got a nose for your boogers I'm sugar That mean I'm good, if you is I'm gooder Should of would of could of but you didn't co*ks**er This is that old south I'm talking with that old slang Pushing that new thing, sh**ting on my old hoes Pissing off my old homies The game is fair but it's cold get your winter garmets Still can't warm it See I'm a break from the norm My LA girls they say I'm so bomb, they eat tofu The 40/40 on a special day Them cheap n***as I'll still slide 500 to Desiree I talk sh** and I don't never hate Cause I would forklift whoever face See I ain't rich yet Oh but I'm ballin now and that get your b**h wet We just trying to see how many dicks she can bench press See I'm a business Dogs I'm a b**hness I ain't a rest haven I let the rest save them Mack Maine hit me with the trap game Now I'm having second thoughts about the f**ing rap game Hold up [Verse 2] Tez Please get on my schedule let them know that I'm open Pick a day when I'm free and put “beef” C'mon, let them know I'm hoping they tripping We could get it in motion you get to know fishes Leaving them in the ocean with pistols dripping With all these bannana clips and we ain't slipping Foggy behind the tints, good grief So you blow o's of the leaf I blow a wreathe Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif? It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green Young money we know green Spitta say you no crazy We got sh** that you don't need That's my n***a he fly, so now he keep me fly And all the talk in the streets bout us is we be fly My b**h be asking why I don't go suit and tie Because they put that on you when you die