BRAZZIER LYRICS – FUTURE

Read the full BRAZZIER lyrics by Future along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Pluto
Gon’ kick my s*it, know that
Let me pop my s*it (Southside), let me pop my s*it

[Verse 1]
I took them cheap prices up high
I’m really the biggest homie you got
I’ll fu*k a rapper b!tch in the whip
Bought her a verse, give her a lil’ clout
Tippy-toe, tiptoe, fu*king this b!tch on the marble
I got real coke, real coc*ine on my collar

She a nympho, benzo, b!tch just hit the lotto
Put them yellow diamonds on a black b!tch, call her Mulatto
B!tch drink 1940 deuce like Moscato
She the butt-naked truth and this b!tch swallow
Took a whole month from the day I met her and spent a million dollars
I just made her ex pissed off, all the s*it I bought
I got a habit, taking chicks out, going out the mall
I drink lean, but I’m a big dog, so I bought the bar
D!ck her down ’til her body start shaking, she in shock
I talk drügs, I talk diamonds, I talk money, Ashallah
Give you cake, happy birthday, I’ma fu*k her raw
That’s my b!tch, I’m throwing a Rollie on her arm
Turn a baddie to a boss overnight, she a star
My lil’ b!tch hitting them licks every day, credit card
Woah, woah, woah, I’m in the deep end, swimming with the sharks
Woah, woah, woah, I’m in ‘Biza, letting these freaks suck my cock
My b!tch staying down with me, shooting stars, oh, Lord
I take st— sticks with me and I take killers where I go
‘Bout to go count a mil’ ticket ’til my wrist lock up
Fu*k another check up every time we leave the store
Popped so many tags, I forgot how many cars I got
Wrapped a soldier rag ’round the gun, Louis Vuitton

[Chorus]
Go on and throw your gang sign up if that’s what you on

If I fu*ked her more than one time, that s*it hitting for something (That s*it hitting for something)
Yeah, heavy sedated, intoxicated
I’ma go crazy, I gotta go brazzier
One in the top, one in the cut
Once it’s stuck, then it’s up

[Verse 2]
I get fronts and backs, Chanel bandana around the MAC, yeah
I ain’t tripping, if you slip, you gon’ get whacked, yeah
Same n!gga, before I rapped, flipping packs, yeah
Keep it cool, don’t front the mood, play the back, yeah
My n!ggas ain’t no construction workers, but they love playing with sand (Woo)
I just bust down another Rol’ and put emeralds in the band, yeah
Touching down in Wakanda, going international on the ‘Gram (‘Gram)
I don’t go nowhere without my hammer, that’s not in the plan (Nope)
She must be hitting for something if I ever fu*ked her again
Mask on, mask off, make that purging s*it a trend
I’m the realest n!gga she fu*ked, so that make the pu*sy a virgin again
I send them goons lil’ deep, deep, deep, they coming through to spin (Slatt)
I send them goons lil’ deep, deep, deep, yeah, they coming through to— (What’s happening?)

[Chorus]
Go on and throw your gang sign up if that’s what you on
If I fu*ked her more than one time, that s*it hitting for something (That s*it hitting for something)
Yeah, heavy sedated, intoxicated
I’ma go crazy, I gotta go brazzier
One in the top, one in the cut
Once it’s stuck, then it’s up