Lyrics 03 Greedo – Brad Pitt
Text:
Ooh, ayy
Fight, fight, fight club
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, Kenny
Fight club, diamonds hittin’, I’m kickin’ shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Fight club, diamonds hittin’, I’m kickin’ shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, ooh
Think I’m Brad Pitt
Think I’m Brad Pitt, bitch I think I’m Brad Pitt
Think I’m Brad Pitt
Think I’m Brad Pitt, bitch I think I’m Brad Pitt
The curious case of Benjamin Button
My money get ?
as I get older
I got a chip on my shoulder
Ocean’s Eleven, MAC-11 make you play with your life
By the scene, let you die
Throw you in the water, baby, we keep it mafia
Interview with the vampire, money ball it up
Run callin’ up, burn up the rig if we don’t wanna see it
Twelve monkeys on back, that’s where I keep all the weed
Baby, it’s harvest season
Baby know I be cokin’ and leanin’
Project nigga, demon seemin’
Killin’ them softly, it’s like them with the sleepers
I’m with the Mexican, California peoples, ooh
Ocean’s Thirteen, bitch, I’m a genius
Ocean’s Twelve on the playlist, she gon’ gamble with her life
Make a mind how you thinkin’
Ooh, smooth criminal
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like Jackson, yeah
Fight club, diamonds hittin’, I’m kickin’ shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Fight club, diamonds hittin’, I’m kickin’ shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, ooh
Think I’m Brad Pitt
Think I’m Brad Pitt, bitch I think I’m Brad Pitt
Think I’m Brad Pitt
Think I’m Brad Pitt, bitch I think I’m Brad Pitt
Ooh, ayy, ayy, ohh
Yuh, what
Yuh, yuh, yeah
