Back to Top

Brenda Video (MV)




Performed By: Isaiah Rashad
From Album: The Sun's Tirade
Language: English
Written by: Isaiah McClain, Christopher Calor
Year: 2016




Isaiah Rashad - Brenda Lyrics
Official




Uh, uhm, yeah, uh-huh
Uhm, yeah, uhm, this a room

I got two cigarettes to my last name
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
I got two cigarettes to my last name
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
She said you, you can't save a ho
She said you, you can't save a ho, yeah
She said you, you can't save a ho, yeah

I mix a gallon of the gallon in a gallon of that
And down in the sign for the memory
For the energy
For the Tennessee
Fam called work all work just to visit me
I bought an ounce just to f*ck with you
He don't take no hand outs, he don't take no hand outs
Remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Trust in with, Trust in ya
My inward, my friend of
Last of the livin'
So timid
All on us
Dog on it, they would laugh at the small moments
Then call
Like who had you on your bad day?
Who dropped you at that bitch house?
Like back when we was little
I was just an instrumental
Now I'm Malcolm in a million
We talked about a billion
We talked about our feelin's
We kept it more than realest
And look at how the path came
Took it for the rap fam
Would ya give ya all to the world
The work, work, and left hurt?
Shit and what's worse
She too tired to talk, lately your thumbs hurt
We miss love and sex bridgin' your son's birth
21 hurts in court by 24
Boy

You could, you-you can save 'em all um
You could, you-you can save 'em all um
She said
You could, you-you can save 'em all um

I write pissed ass livin'
F*ck that shit
F*ck call centers
F*ck is this really growin' up my nigga?
Tax on your motherf*ckin' nuts my nigga
1025 what the f*ck can a nigga do with 1025?
Plus your weed habit plus my weed habit and your weed habit
For free givin' we livin' with a weed daddy
Two kids
Mix that Boosie with that boom-bap
You rap
Like you need money like you don't love this
My shit chewed up your jury before you judged this
Pull up, suck on my dick like ain't it gorgeous
For those that can't afford this

It be like I got, I got
I got my own world
I got my own mind
Day dreamin' for a lunch break
For my son's sake
On the run for the fun's sake
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
You, you can't save a ho
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Uh, uhm, yeah, uh-huh
Uhm, yeah, uhm, this a room

I got two cigarettes to my last name
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
I got two cigarettes to my last name
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
She said you, you can't save a ho
She said you, you can't save a ho, yeah
She said you, you can't save a ho, yeah

I mix a gallon of the gallon in a gallon of that
And down in the sign for the memory
For the energy
For the Tennessee
Fam called work all work just to visit me
I bought an ounce just to f*ck with you
He don't take no hand outs, he don't take no hand outs
Remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Trust in with, Trust in ya
My inward, my friend of
Last of the livin'
So timid
All on us
Dog on it, they would laugh at the small moments
Then call
Like who had you on your bad day?
Who dropped you at that bitch house?
Like back when we was little
I was just an instrumental
Now I'm Malcolm in a million
We talked about a billion
We talked about our feelin's
We kept it more than realest
And look at how the path came
Took it for the rap fam
Would ya give ya all to the world
The work, work, and left hurt?
Shit and what's worse
She too tired to talk, lately your thumbs hurt
We miss love and sex bridgin' your son's birth
21 hurts in court by 24
Boy

You could, you-you can save 'em all um
You could, you-you can save 'em all um
She said
You could, you-you can save 'em all um

I write pissed ass livin'
F*ck that shit
F*ck call centers
F*ck is this really growin' up my nigga?
Tax on your motherf*ckin' nuts my nigga
1025 what the f*ck can a nigga do with 1025?
Plus your weed habit plus my weed habit and your weed habit
For free givin' we livin' with a weed daddy
Two kids
Mix that Boosie with that boom-bap
You rap
Like you need money like you don't love this
My shit chewed up your jury before you judged this
Pull up, suck on my dick like ain't it gorgeous
For those that can't afford this

It be like I got, I got
I got my own world
I got my own mind
Day dreamin' for a lunch break
For my son's sake
On the run for the fun's sake
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go
You, you can't save a ho
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Isaiah McClain, Christopher Calor
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



Tags:
No tags yet