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OthRgyZ - Brad's Pad (feat. DJ Mestre) Lyrics



OthRgyZ - Brad's Pad (feat. DJ Mestre) Lyrics




When I'm, when I'm, when I'm bussin' up a body, when I'm, when I'm, when I'm bussin' up a body, I feel no guilt

We at Brad's pad, that's the hashtag. This a hash bag, weed by the trash bag. Hot boxin' Brad's scat pack in the cul-de-sac. Sexy Tiffany givin' me stiffy bet, I'm hittin' that. No condom, and she freaky? She gon' have to find a stepdad
Neighbors complainin' about the riff-raff, f*ck that. We gon' crank the music, it's gon' sound like a sonic blast. The chronic past, I don't know how much longer I'ma last. I'ma crash out on this couch
I forgot to ash, blow my stash. Stoned and I'm cold like a wrestler, I'ma whoop some ass. Bottle smash, drunker than two strippers tryin' to get some cash
Twerkin' ass for Birkin bags, my life on lag. Higher than giraffe ass, these shrooms more like laughing gas. Can't relax, my nerves bad, I'm off the honey pack
Tiffany showin' titties, I'm tryin' to hang off her towel rack. Things gettin' trippy, I'm gettin' dizzy, need a barfin' bag
When I'm, when I'm, when I'm messin' up a party. When I'm, when I'm, when I'm messin' up a party, I feel no guilt

Talkin' out her ass when she boof Molly. Threw up a drink on my new Wally's, you gon' have to pay. Hope you got a cash app before you throw up again. Where's the trash at
Ass hat in the kitchen, mixin' a concoction. Party was cool, now Captain Morgan's cock blockin'. Heels to the sky like sails in the high seas
Instead of gettin' laid, I'm wipin' up her Chinese. Brad in my face loud, invading spaces. Feel like Eddie Murphy's house in trading places
All these people crowded in, feelin' claustrophobic. Clouds of smoke, got me sweatin' like aerobics. Sound system hittin' like Taekwondo kicks. Brad ask about Tiffany, I don't know shit
I think he's still in denial. There's a line to the bathroom, ain't seen Snoonie in a while. Heard a crash, that's when I look back. Bathroom door on the floor, Snoonie's on the towel rack
Tiffany laughin, Brad's all ape shit. I lit a ciggy, grabbed a babe, then I split

When I'm bussin' up a party, I feel no guilt
No guilt
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When I'm, when I'm, when I'm bussin' up a body, when I'm, when I'm, when I'm bussin' up a body, I feel no guilt

We at Brad's pad, that's the hashtag. This a hash bag, weed by the trash bag. Hot boxin' Brad's scat pack in the cul-de-sac. Sexy Tiffany givin' me stiffy bet, I'm hittin' that. No condom, and she freaky? She gon' have to find a stepdad
Neighbors complainin' about the riff-raff, f*ck that. We gon' crank the music, it's gon' sound like a sonic blast. The chronic past, I don't know how much longer I'ma last. I'ma crash out on this couch
I forgot to ash, blow my stash. Stoned and I'm cold like a wrestler, I'ma whoop some ass. Bottle smash, drunker than two strippers tryin' to get some cash
Twerkin' ass for Birkin bags, my life on lag. Higher than giraffe ass, these shrooms more like laughing gas. Can't relax, my nerves bad, I'm off the honey pack
Tiffany showin' titties, I'm tryin' to hang off her towel rack. Things gettin' trippy, I'm gettin' dizzy, need a barfin' bag
When I'm, when I'm, when I'm messin' up a party. When I'm, when I'm, when I'm messin' up a party, I feel no guilt

Talkin' out her ass when she boof Molly. Threw up a drink on my new Wally's, you gon' have to pay. Hope you got a cash app before you throw up again. Where's the trash at
Ass hat in the kitchen, mixin' a concoction. Party was cool, now Captain Morgan's cock blockin'. Heels to the sky like sails in the high seas
Instead of gettin' laid, I'm wipin' up her Chinese. Brad in my face loud, invading spaces. Feel like Eddie Murphy's house in trading places
All these people crowded in, feelin' claustrophobic. Clouds of smoke, got me sweatin' like aerobics. Sound system hittin' like Taekwondo kicks. Brad ask about Tiffany, I don't know shit
I think he's still in denial. There's a line to the bathroom, ain't seen Snoonie in a while. Heard a crash, that's when I look back. Bathroom door on the floor, Snoonie's on the towel rack
Tiffany laughin, Brad's all ape shit. I lit a ciggy, grabbed a babe, then I split

When I'm bussin' up a party, I feel no guilt
No guilt
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Writer: Izaya McNeely Jr, Chaz Rodriguez
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Performed By: OthRgyZ
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Izaya McNeely Jr, Chaz Rodriguez
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