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letra de a tribe called bruiser - j.u.s (detroit)

[intro: j.u.s.]
how you been? how it’s going?
it’s good to see you, you already knowing
i been good, it’s slow motion
but that’s better than no motion, you feel me?
bruiser brigade!

[verse 1: j.u.s.]
i had to stop ’cause when you ’round my way
i know you wanted weed and you should not pay
i got a lot of things to say to you i should not say
i know the last time we kicked it, things ain’t go my way
but i was thinking ’bout the time that we sipped champagne
at the spot by the water, had the crème brûlée
i was thinking we should have another wonderful date
i got a table down at prime for some lobster and steak
don’t simply say no and label me a ho
i got a few friends but you the one i want the most
i take you the crib, never take you to the [?]

[verse 2: bruiser wolf]
n-ggas, don’t buy these b-tches nothin’ (buy these b-tches nothin’)
don’t buy these b-tches nothin’ (don’t buy these b-tches nothin’)
these n-ggas be frontin’, these n-ggas be frontin’ (these n-ggas be frontin’)
ain’t no future in your frontin’ (future in your fronting), call ’em mc breed (mc breed)
give my b-tch what she want, give my b-tch what she need (i give my b-tch what she need)
let’s tear them all down (tear them all down), we the demo team
we tear them all down (we tear them all down), we the demo team (we the demo team)
you can’t pay for her weave, don’t complain when she leave (don’t complain when she leave)
your d-ck game weak then she probably gon’ cheat (she probably gon’ cheat)
she knowing you got ’em, she knowing you got ’em (she knowing you got ’em)
she requested those heels with the piru bottom (piru bottom)
together, my baby, can’t n0body stop us (n0body stop us)
together, my baby, can’t n0body stop us (n0body stop us)
[refrain: apropos]
we make magic when we close
it’s dior panties on the floor
champagne flutes, they filled with mo’
leave your secrets at the door
we make magic when we close
it’s dior panties on the floor
champagne flutes, they filled with mo’
leave your secrets at the door

[outro: trpl blk & apropos]
it’s a hot girl summer, where you wanna go? (yeah, ooh)
london, miami, tokyo? (hey)
hey, oh, baby, let me know
it’s a bad b-tch friday, where you wanna go? (where you wanna go?)
vegas, new york, dubai?

- j u s detroit

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