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Bricc Baby

Genres: Hip-Hop

Don't Come To La [explicit] Lyrics - Bricc Baby

Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA 

 

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I don't give a fuck who you niggas paying 

Who name you saying, you ain't good around here 

Cause y'all niggas fucking up the rep 

Ya'll playing with the set, it's really war round here 

Shit I'm even having problems in the set 

But I'm really from the set, y'all don't come around here 

So when ya'll niggas hop of the jet 

You better tuck what's on ya neck and get the fuck from round here 

Cause ya'll paying for the lifestyle that's watered down 

Bompton! That where I'm from, shit is not allowed 

Y'all out of bounds, keep that out of town shit out of town 

You wasn't banging out of town, it's too late to holla now 

Woah! I'mma get the OGs on board 

And press the issues on you suckers oh lord! 

Whoa! Or hit you with a price you can't afford 

Then catch yo ass slipping at the BET Awards 

 

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Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA 

 

Don't come to LA cuz 

Outta town niggas watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz 

This shit for real, this ain't for play cuz 

Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain't a match, you ain't a thang cuz 

Don't give a fuck who you gone, nobody scare me 

Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed 

And shit I'm coming from a rare breed 

Nowadays these niggas snitching give you digits off a scared plea 

Hold on YG since you came out with BPT 

These niggas think it's cool to come down to the CPT 

Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town 

Now its Hollywood passes man that shit on water down, damn! 

A lil' change got you workin' like a slave 

Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, shit sad cuz 

Ain't no more passes on the set 

All you niggas out here fucking up the west, oh god! 

[Hook: SadBoy Loko & 

Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA 

 

First off this a no fly zone 

If you ain't know with the chrome, better take yo ass home 

And get some first of the month, cash the checks, c'mon 

Yeah you better check in if you niggas want room 

Look, one call on my phone 

My Tiny Locs pull up with that thing on your dome 

Your money chain and rollie 60 seconds is gone 

Man I rather text a nigga fuck a feature for songs 

Run up on 'em like nigga where the scene at 

My niggas on go like 60 green lights 

Just (static) got jacked trynna' eat right 

With my niggas all drugs they don't think right 

It's a recession man the hood fucked up 

If a nigga ain't trippin' got the heat in the club 

You walk around like you can't get touched 

But JFK was a president and still got his head bust 

 

Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me 

I go broke rob fools for their jewelry 

Stick yo hand up like you guilty 

Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be 

So don't come to LA 

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