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letra de my bros - confz

[intro: confz]
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros

[hook: confz]
you can never take my soul (take my soul)
no no! for the money or the gold (or the gold)
no no no! for the honeys or the moët
snitch on my clique, you must be a pr-ck
dead many foes all for my bros

[verse 1: confz]
oh! for the clique you know that i’m riding
if you surf my wave you’re poseidon
took that, humble approach and i’m silent
if you violate i get violent
i’m a man with morals and guidance
but still ain’t got love for those tridents
you d-cks move like v-g-n-s
see i’ll risk my life
are you risking yours
i know where you hide, and i’ll kick in doors
stop tryna lie, we know you’re lipsin’ wh0r-s
the games full of f-gs and that’s a friggin’ pause (pause)
ransack your house for dior and your chest of drawers
take your items, your smores and your best of p-rn
if you f-ck with my clique then i’ll f-ck with yours
how you gonna wet me when you’re superdry
you’re just some young bucks g-ssed on a gucci hype
you’re not bad, start thinking you could lose your life
if you ever try move to i
you’ve never faced the options of do or die
and i’ve been through the struggle, i’m a truthful guy
see i’m a boss, without the suit or tie
and i choose to win cause i don’t suit to tie
oh! so what are you hiding
you don’t ride or die you’re just lying
at my dons funeral, it’s unusual
but i’ll be in the casket beside him
beef you know that i’m backing
knock off my specs i go blind when attacking
dons that’ll rob a guy after smoking a doobie (doobie)
that’s what i call a hijacking

[hook]

[verse 2: confz]
oh!
relax and take note
i ain’t the stunting type, i lay low
cause i know hungry n-ggas will break bones
offered me the red and blue pill, i’m like red and blue pill
i sat down and i took both
you’re not from the circle case close
i ain’t gotta say that i’ll ride cause they know
see, are you really a boss
you’re just silly and lost
i couldn’t give it a toss
i’ll go home
i’m the guy you shouldn’t have crossed
your little miss is a bosh
i’ll get a million dosh
don’t you know
you ain’t from the city of gods
i can see through the fog
you ain’t really a don you bomblow
you little p-ssies are front with no dough
you ain’t got an army you’re solo
so f-ck around and go missing
make that my top mission
nowadays dons, nah they don’t listen
when they’re behind the screen
they get hype and mean
man i ain’t made for that b-tchin’
i don’t need your permission
big up my bros but hang tight my sistrens
they want me gone man they’re wishing
i’m like catch up you’re so distant
i can’t wait to make a transition
fake dons want my position
real dons share the ambition
so i’m like
wait till the day that i blow
i’m gonna sort you out it’s no joke
cause i know the roadsides are so cold
and it’s the automatic g-code

[hook]

[outro: confz]
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros
my brothers, my bros

- confz

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