4Ever Lasting by Brezden
4Ever Lasting by Brezden

4Ever Lasting

Brezden * Track #3 On Play This On The Aux

4Ever Lasting Lyrics

[Intro: ?, Brezden, Both]
'Cause you say you in love, no (Damn, kid, this shit [?])
Don't even know what that [?]
[?] gave you some
Mm
Stuck all in your friends, they say you got one [?] (I'm doin' that shit, bruh)
[?], had to call a doctor (Man, what the fuck?)
You outta pocket, you need to stop it
Show me at the club and it was sort of vibe through
But don't make no

Don't make no mistakes
You gotta follow the steps when you fuckin' wit' me
I know some trappers with bundles of P
Them .223 stingin' like it was a bee (Graah)
We finna take off your head top
G19 with a red dot
[?] up a sniper, he get a lil' head shot
Feel like Young Money, I'm makin' her bed rock
I'm makin' her bed shake
Hit from the back, makе her legs shake
Wе pushin' Ps like heavyweight
Prayin' for better days, my pockets fat just like Kevin James
I'm gettin' high, up there with the heaven gates
My pockets fat, they eatin' hella [?]
How her ass so fat? She don't even got a waist
Fuck on the first, they don't even gotta wait
[?] hit the lights on the gas and got away
Bitch, I've been ballin', above or in modern day
Don Corleone, really him in the modern day
My bitch like a charity, she givin' top away
I got a stick, make you dance like the macarena
Boy, you a bitch and no danger
Know some more Gs from back in the day
And they made some plays off a pager
That white boy a shooter like pager

Ayy, I'm fellin' that [?] real quick
But I'm comin' back in on that same note [?], just remember that, alright?

Ayy, that white boy a shooter, Stojaković
I know that they mad, I pop my shit
I told that bitch come eat some shrimp and grits
I keep droppin' hits, I can't even miss
If I shoot my shot, it swish
Dunkin' [?] net, I'm in yo' bitch, she nothin' but wet
Four four bulldog, don't gotta pet
And I feel like [?] 'cause I'm finna set
A whole lotta rakers, I'm walkin' 'round with a whole lotta stepper
I'm rockin' Margiela, you rockin' some Sketchers
That bitch wanna fuck me, I'm smokin' on pressure
I put it on, bitch, I'm the dresser
Leave me alone, don't be a pester
Pack touch down, I'm callin' it Hester
So many bad bitches, I feel like Hefner
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Hugh
I told her I'll pull up, be there in a few
I know what I'll do
I'ma dick that bitch down when she can't be my boo
We got sticks, Dracs, [bops?], Ks, everything you could imagine
Bitch, we got brown, white, green, you already know that we trappin'
Up the stick and get busy 'bout action
I could fuck 'em, make love, I got passion
I could put that shit on wit' the fasion
Bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm foreverlastin'

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