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letra de bruvas - big flock

[chorus: big flock]

i ride or die for my brothers, c. diddy
no matter what i ride or die for my brothers
ain’t got no shooter fool we shoot for each other
and we all from different guttas
different fathers different mothers
and we’ll die for one another
we are family, them my brothers

gang, gang, gang, gang
i ride or die for my brothers
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
i ride or die for my brothers
i won’t testify on my brother
won’t let no n-gg- lie on my brother
cause that n-gg- will die, on my brother
cause i ride or die for my brothers

[verse 1: big flock]

everyday i talk to c. diddy, and i ask that fool what heaven feel like
and he said that sh-t is kinda cool, but without you brother it don’t feel right
and i pray and ask allah, why the f-ck my cards ain’t getting dealt right
and my sandbox beefing with me, i’m just trying get daughter meals right
and i’m smoking plenty reefer, and my p-ss keep coming dirty my p.o. told me stop
but that b-tch don’t understand that i need a leveled head, i’m out here on the block
leek he always catching juggs, while he off a million drugs, he always on the clock
and n-gg-s swear they beefing with me, but i’m always with my brothers, always got that glock
when they let goonew off the box, he grabbed the choppa and he started clicking at the opps
these p-ssy n-gg-s missing it with flock, that n-gg- scotty pippin with the shots
the drank a n-gg- sipping is the drop
lil swerve he geeked to let his semi rock
they know that flock a janitor
that mean that n-gg- come wit plenty mops
in our trap we come with plenty chops
cardo walk down till the body drop
ar15 make the party stop
f-ck the feds we clicking at the cops, d-mn

d-mn, i ride or die for my brothers
d-mn, i won’t testify on my brother
i’ll get crucified for my brothers

d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
c. diddy

[chorus: big flock]

no matter what i ride or die for my brothers
ain’t got no shooter fool we shoot for each other
and we all from different guttas
different fathers different mothers
and we’ll die for one another
we are family, them my brothers

- big flock

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