"Bring It" as written by and Ryan T/martinez Boud....
Chorus repeat x2
Fo the suckas who thought this with style we keep on doing what we doing these hustles kepp on moving fo the gold diggas who wanna go you can't get mine so get you're own.
Now hold you're applause and stop the beat fo the suckas talking shit brush yo teeth'cause if zig zag roles it up best believe its funk and now I now why pock hit em up bitches snitches just like you guess what I heard from the neighborhood burnt a lil this and that heard that you talkin shit behind my back why am I on yo mind is that why I can't shine you say you gonna put a hurtin on me but that's all right because my homies are down fo the murdurin they said they never heard it in my rock 'cause I ain't the one to brag that I put you in a bag if I have to (bitch) and all I eva wanted to do was rap make a lil pay somoke a lil ragz but haters ain't havin that they can't stand it ziggi leave you're whole block smokin
Chorus x2
Fo the suckas who thought this with style we keep on doing what we doing fo the gold diggas who wanna go you can't get mine so get you're own
Let me spray a lil somethin now fuck what you heard ill be the only one second that none wants to let you find one bring it on if you wanna get surde that's my word its my turn to be hurd rolin in the G city ( G cita) I am the one to slap that taste in you're mouth rip you're tougne out wipe my ass and shove it back in you're mouth spit strink rhyme runs dead come back it will be deadly what the fuck did you think we all a baley slow manly I suggest you step back think twice on you're next move fuck it bring it on so I can let my dawgs lose look at the city I am in well these z blats bring in a heat for those who oppose my klick I advice not to sleep I mean this shit you wanna set trip lets hit on (cum on) you tha lil guppy vs me the great one I understand sone we ain't backin off on no shit (fuck that) suck a dick if you are a hater bitch ass we don't sleep.
Chorus x2
Fo the suckas who thought this with style we keep on doing what we doing fo the gold diggas who wanna go you can't get mine so get you're own
Yo fuck that wack shit I am known for my death to find them tack tits but that dick can't quit yo ass hit you're average in for the crash it ease the madness lock you're deval see the both see I smash in with the thought of revenge the thought of you're aunts be wrapped up in the back with the friend is got you tied up in the back of you're bench thinkin why did it have to happen again well check it out cause I love going 105 down 45 if 45 in tha mornin down a one way flunt riding high get so high feelin like I could give a fuck if you're bi cause I'm a pin it fo life been it fo mine and it fo nine going on ten and I am a pront in a out pront live in it since the dick ya fools the same as back then on the outside still lookin in mutha fuckas
Chorus x2
Fo the suckas who thought this with style we keep on doing what we doing fo the gold diggas who wanna go you can't get mine so get you're own
Fo the suckas who thought this with style don't stop






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"Bring It" as written by Ryan T Boud Alfred P Jr Martinez

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