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letra de my brodie - dorreace da loon

dorreace da’loon:
(1st verse)

if i say f-ck you, it’s f-ck you… yeah;
n-gg-s all talk like a b-tch;
looking like i hit a lick;
don’t mistake me for a lick;
surround myself round them young hitters;
yea we play around with them sticks;
don’t correct me when you broke;
broke n-gg-s can’t tell me sh-t;
guess she thought i was just playing games;
had to cut that lil b-tch off on purpose
from her looks would’ve thought she was perfect;
put it on everything i love, you ain’t worth it;
broken heart got it tat on my face
not one time did you think i might hurt you;
reminisce on them days i was hurting;
all this pain, f-ck around and might murk him;
diss the gang, put his -ss in that circle;
sip on barney, mix green with that purple;
geeking hard you can call me reace urkel;
come with me, i show you what that work do;
i was f-cking on the preacher’s daughter
pray to god, pimping hard in my church shoes;
we was thugging all night with no curfew;
use to pull up right on me i’ll serve you;
in a hummer, top off every summer;
f-ck a come up, all my n-gg-s run it up;
yes i shot him, i’m sorry your honor;
f-cked his b-tch, and that sh-t caused some problems;
b-tch before 21 i was savage….
use to pull up, straight slaughter your daughter;
whole mama side banging the 6…
daddy side banging 5 like the carter;
got them loving the way that i sauce
i done came in this b-tch with my drip;
one wrong word, that’s a punch to your lip;
walked in turned in b-tch
sauce & dabbing;
shawty rocking christian dior fashion;
hit you with that, know what you can’t handle;
sip on fanta, just like tropicana;
got me fed up…. get you wet up;
for some cheddar…. bout my bread yea;
through the struggle, never took a handout;
i’m the sh-t, f-ck his b-tch i’m the man now;
yes the man with the plans, i got bands nows;
caught him on a lacking by his self…
f-ck boy know you ain’t safe
when we come cross a opp, we gone lay him down;
i just f-ck the lil hoe, we don’t lay around;

(1st hook)

shawty unique;
understand swear her body on fleek;
f-ck her once, make her part of our team;
run it up, karats all in my teeth;
got a bad little b-tch from the south
we just smoke good weed and eat;
all that f-ck sh-t what i’m on
dare a f-ck n-gg- try to play me;
only if you knew what go through my mind…
think bout k!lling me a n-gg- every week;
you a bad little b-tch… ima dog;
bounce that -ss like a frog on me… yeah;

lil b-tch i’m clever, these diamonds no bezels;
just f-cked up the beat, then straight p-ss to my brodie;

dinero:
(2nd verse)

just got the beat i’ma spaz for my brodie
f-ck on your b-tch turn that hoe to my whoady;
kick it low key cause these n-gg-s like rodents
big drip i splash like a whale in the ocean;
it’s f-ck you pay me i grind like they owe me
j’s on my feet b-tch i ball like i’m kobe;
got out the chest turned my heart cold i’m frozen
can’t see the time got them watching my rollie;
me and lil reacy been getting that fetti
throw it up watch it come down like confetti;
don’t think it’s sweet you done be diabetic
decapitate aim at your top like machetes;
rambo like rocko these n-gg-s ain’t ready
choppa got whoppers strapped up to it’s belly;
these b-tches love me, but hate i’m a rebel
these n-gg-s rats, they just come for the cheddar;
b-tch i’m reynaldo can’t kick it like messi
we playing chess got them jumping like checkers;
if we can’t trust him, my n-gg- it’s f-ck him
i come from the mud so my shoes a lil dirty;
working my muscles like i need medal
in the trap b-mping yola and i ain’t gone let up;
i’m in the coupe like a mongoose, i’m pushing the pedal;
circle so small all we got is each other;
hold my head up and stay down for my brothers
4.4 gone bite swear that b-tch need a muzzle;
gotta stay sucker free these n-gg-s busters
figures on figures, this sh-t like a puzzle;
we had to get it and grind through the struggle;
now we on top we done hopped out the gutta;
collect all the profit cause we need them extras;
bad b-tch with me hold me down through the pressure;

dorreace da’loon:
(2nd hook)

shawty unique;
understand swear her body on fleek;
f-ck her once, make her part of our team;
run it up, karats all in my teeth;
all that f-ck sh-t what i’m on
dare a f-ck n-gg- try to play me;
only if you know what go through my mind…
think bout k!lling me a n-gg- every week;
you a bad little b-tch… ima dog;
bounce that -ss like a frog on me… yeah;

lil b-tch i’m clever, these diamonds no bezels;
just f-cked up the beat, then straight p-ss to my brodie;

- dorreace da loon

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