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letra de like brothas - el hitta

[intro]
drizzy, i got you
d-mn
like brothers
we was like brothers, yeah
mm
d-mn
ayy

[chorus]
’cause we was like brothers
’til i felt uncomfortable
i feel like i need to let ’em all know
couldn’t finish school, f-ck the honor roll
i got some sh-t inside of me that i wanna show
’cause we was like brothers, brothers
we was like brothers, yeah
you showed your true colors (d-mn)
seein’ from the right side now

[verse 1]
n-ggas treated me, that’s why i’m so aggressive (i am)
and you was my f-ckin’ homie ’til you turned detective (tellin’ them)
any n-gga out the circle, man, we had to check ’em (bow)
f-ckin’ b-tches gettin’ that money, man, we had a fetish (i did)
and we planned to keep movin’ forward
until you made a hit up, then snitched in court
on skeeno, you so snake, now what you in it for?
you told me you was out, so what you waitin’ for?
i need your attention, boy (yep, i do)
just thought that your intention was fake (fake–ss)
why you spittin’ with the wind in his face?
give no f-ck how i slide up on the witness day
burn his -ss, i won’t stop until the witness grayed
groovy gang, f-ck n-gga
hashtag we outside
we’ll change your life, n-gga
(d-mn)
d-mn
ahh
(true colors)
so much sh-t i need to say, but
(right side now)
ahh, go, go

[verse 2]
ayy, we was all reppin’ gang, homie (gang)
it’s f-cked up how you changed on me (dang)
we was money gang to the brain, homie
uh (oh), we was all finna go buy chains, homie (chains)
it’s f-cked up how your main homie
actin’ strange, homie, don’t play games on me
uh (oh), i’m not afraid to up and blam, homie (bow)
if n-ggas sneak-dissin’ to the hoes about you (b-tch, yo uain’t my homie)
uh (oh), then that ain’t your d-mn homie, uh
uh (oh), you a new n-gga then scram, homie (nyoom)
and everything that i do is f-ckin’ normal
like i’m from the lam, homie
uh (oh), ayy, no one told me how to flex, homie
smokin’ shrek, homie (hit em)
got the biggest guns up on deck, homie (b-r-r-rap)
uh, ayy, f-ck the opps, f-ck your side, homie
the type of gold on your neck, homie
that’s a shoestring with a tec, homie (b-r-r-rap)
uh (oh), lost a lot of homies to some f-ck sh-t
used to ride a bus
now i’m travelin’ with all of my luggage (i’m goin’)
posted on the ave, i was jookin’
jookin’ and finessin’ and thuggin’ (thuggin’)

- el hitta

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