BabyFreakyJay - Bringer Here Lyrics

I'm fina hit the good will and make a big donation
Next jack boy I see a be a new replacement
I tried to stay single girly was too complacent
I Came all in her shit I'm the new creator

Cum all on my lap by the pussy juice
Hit to the moonlight we don't need the roof
Thought she caught the whole nut sum made it through
I had to cuddle wit her too because her pussy loose

I mean poof she had a baby & I need him too
Light skin soft ass this ain't beetle juice
I really wana surprise her she ain't tryna spoon
I'm the only one trappin tryna make the news

Hold on, she a demon too
& her cheek bones shine like Pikachu
I could have another baby, still need you
Lookin like she from the 80s, Black Panther moves

Spread all through yo body like a cancer do
I got the biggest shhit naw gone tell the truth
I cannot make this up I'm not Puss in boots
I'm not Sway either so I got the answers too

I ain't never broke my leg I'm tryna make it clear
Clean the pot, make yo work disappear
Roll them backwoods up I had to stop & steer
That's yo chick? Naw she ain't bringer here

Giver here bringer back to back like that's my beer
6 pack, I don't need hella drugs in here
Big stick training day under beds in here
That's yo chick? Naw she ain't bringer here

Bringer here I shoulda brung some newer guns in here
Trashed my glock it had too many spirits in the air
I ain't even have no blunt I brought the bong in here
Bring yo chick so we could make a song in there

Ima beer buyer niggas drinking fake lean
Woulda let the homie hit it that just ain't me
Get up all in yo face like I'm HD
I'm tryna post a pic these chicks tryna rape me

Opps rappers all they do is tryna diss me
Sad story sent a message now she miss me
I should make her hit yo ass with this Ricky
Do my gudda down yo street till my clip empty

I ain't Mr. Smith you could be my Misses
I just f*cked twice & now her words twisting
We had a quickly so I left the pussy sizzling
I ran a stupid bagg up & now she tripping

I'm just me & I started in the back streets
Unc never had a front only allies
Rest In Peace my uncle Woowoo raise my daddy
Can't fit a lil baggy wrap it gladly

Spread all through yo body like a cancer do
I got the biggest shhit naw gone tell the truth
I cannot make this up I'm not Puss in boots
I'm not Sway either so I got the answers too

I ain't never broke my leg I'm tryna make it clear
Clean the pot, make yo work disappear
Roll them backwoods up I had to stop & steer
That's yo chick? Naw she ain't bringer here

Giver here bringer back to back like that's my beer
6 pack, I don't need hella drugs in here
Big stick training day under beds in here
That's yo chick? Naw she ain't bringer here

Bringer here I shoulda brung some newer guns in here
Trashed my glock it had too many spirits in the air
I ain't even have no blunt I brought the bong in here
Bring yo chick so we could make a song in there

Just bring her my way