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Rich Brian
Rich Brian
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Brian Imanuel
Brian Imanuel
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Rich Brian
Rich Brian
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Let me tell a story 'bout a boy named Brian This is not a fairy tale, no, that's not what I'm implyin' This is really not the type rhyme, writin' 'bout flexin' Got some bitches on the phone, but I'm really not replyin' type shit With the clique, and we goin' out to get ourselves a drink To the fast lane, Mike made the pedal fuckin' sink Bumpin' Lil Wayne, feelin' like we ain't got time to think Cigarettes, feelin' like we be the kings Got to the party 'bout 11:28 Went up to the bartender askin' for some Bombay No mixer, straight up, so you know I'm gettin' wasted Then I realized I ain't even bring my paper Mike nowhere to be seen, losin' like I'm Charlie Sheen Lookin' left and right, panickin' 'cause now my glass is clean Talkin' to the bartender, "Sorry sir, I'm just a teen" That's when I finally met the girl of my fuckin' dreams Ain't no game that I play when it comes to Gettin' that kitty out the cage for my night, go Drive to store just to buy a fuckin' mattress If that can mean she gon' end up on my nitrous Back to the story, and now I'm talkin' to this girl I'ma call her Tracy and she lookin' like dessert She noticin' that I'm stressin' and she asked me, "What for?" And I told her everything, and she gave me three fours She said, "Where you wanna go?" and I told her, "I don't know" "Do you got a girlfriend? That don't really matter, though" I'm like, "Oh shit", thinkin' 'bout where this gonna go So I proceed, man's never did this shit before, ayy Back to her place now, tryna get my thing up 2 a.m., whiskey dick, 80 percent discount So I had to go down, cruisin' down to poon town Makin' sure I put that bitch's frown on upside-down Gettin' pretty wet, sweat runnin' down her neck And the kitty so cute, I wanna keep it as a pet She so clean, man, that pussy smell like honeydew zest Finally, gettin' hard, so you know what's finna happen next Ain't no game that I play when it comes to Gettin' that kitty out the cage for my night, go Drive to store just to buy a fuckin' mattress If that can mean she gon' end up on my nitrous Strugglin' to put the Jimmy on Turnin' red, I feel like a chameleon Then she gettin' on top and yo' boy just start to feel hysteria "Bump and Grind" playin' in the stereo When I told her, "It's my first time" And she told me, "Baby, it's fine, I don't mind" Then she held my hand and it was intertwined My God, it was nothin' like what I had in my mind Now it's time to put it in, baby, now it's prime time This is where the fun begun Heard her moan, and I'm feelin' like I'm 'bout to fuckin' cum Heard a knock, now your boy's got to go and fuckin' run Then I made a jump, heard the loudest scream ever It was from her fuckin' mom, ayy Called Mike on the team, said, "I need to leave the scene" He done picked me up, told him 'bout the girl that did the deed Even said her name, then he asked if he could take a peek Jumped out his fuckin' seat, turns out I fucked his sis
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