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letra de blood brothers - g man & bris

[intro: bris]
(young chris on the beat, eeh)
ay, ay, ay

[chorus: bris & g man]
in the club with g man, i’m doin’ my dance
hold the gl!ck with two hands hit you and your mans
i ain’t givin’ up my chance, i’m too in advance
made that lil’ b-tch a plan, she flew to j-pan
me and bris back to back, gotta let ’em know
caught the opps lackin’ at the spot, had to up the score
we them young n-ggas gettin’ bands, everybody know
and if you need the line on the cut, gotta let me know

[verse 1: g man]
i don’t fear no man, we can pop it off
i was that young n-gga tryna see how much the choppers cost
n-ggas gang stay getting ripped ’cause they cotton soft
smurkish feet sitting in the cuts finna top it off
i been up and down the road tryna get paid
i’m ballin’ like i’m on a playground up in fifth grade
my b-tch just sent a couple bands since her fifth day
i can’t f-ck with no broke b-tch, ain’t got sh-t straight
i’m tryna put on for my gang and go rag to riches
seem like all the broke hoes is the saddest b-tches
we gon’ k!ll everybody, can’t ask the witness
don’t ask where i’m at, b-tch, i’m in the trenches
get off the net and stop pillow talkin’ to the b-tches
n-ggas nerds, i don’t hang around with the snitches
get off the net and stop pillow talkin’ to the b-tches
n-ggas nerds, i don’t hang around with the snitches
[chorus: bris & g man]
in the club with g man, i’m doin’ my dance
hold the gl!ck with two hands hit you and your mans
i ain’t givin’ up my chance, i’m too in advance
made that lil’ b-tch a plan, she flew to j-pan
me and bris back to back, gotta let ’em know
caught the opps lackin’ at the spot, had to up the score
we them young n-ggas gettin’ bands, everybody know
and if you need the line on the cut, gotta let me know
ay, ay

[verse 2: bris]
stackin’ dirty money, got me comin’ clean
the way my trigger finger wet the scene, i had to flood the ring
smokin’ russian cream with a cup of lean
pop a bean, i drip like submarine, so they love the team
all these b-tches be on me, i’m probably next to blow
i’ma rep the bow, i got rank just to let you know
when we hit they block, it was an episode
i think the weapon broke, a dud bullet made the tech explode
i can’t lie, i’m true story, i passed the polygraph
hottest young n-ggas in our city, so they probably mad
i’ve been runnin’ to that bag, you n-ggas lollygag
make [?] mad, he gon’ put you in a body bag
who want beef? sks got a steak knife
don’t funk a brisket through a goldfish ’cause he a great wife
they always call the plumber when we break pipes
headed to the top, me and g man finna take flight
[chorus: bris & g man]
in the club with g man, i’m doin’ my dance
hold the gl!ck with two hands hit you and your mans
i ain’t givin’ up my chance, i’m too in advance
made that lil’ b-tch a plan, she flew to j-pan
me and bris back to back, gotta let ’em know
caught the opps lackin’ at the spot, had to up the score
we them young n-ggas gettin’ bands, everybody know
and if you need the line on the cut, gotta let me know

- g man bris

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