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letra de bros to foes - jodirockk

[verse 1: jodirockk]

i got my eye up on them beamers and lacs man
a n-gga tryna chase a blue phantom like pac-man
relax man, you better chill wit all that talk holmes
if a n-gga play me wrong, turn his block into the chalk zone
just ask ya b-tch if she’s feelin’ me
i’m tryna cop a house with a 3rd story like a f-ckin’ trilogy
yeah life is what you make it and i feel like it’s my time cause a n-gga been waited
i’m feelin’ like i’m fly cause a n-gga been faded, and the ones all on my d-ck is the ones that’s been hated
old bros turn to new foes, cause they ain’t even f-ckin’ with my old flows
i’m just doin’ me, while them haters watchin, kush pack a punch, so i’m hotboxin’
still hatin’ n-gga? shut the f-ck up, cause i can have/halve your b-tch and give a fraction of a f-ck

[hook: jodirockk]

(x2)
old rags turn to new clothes
old whip to a new rolls
old girls into new hoes
old bros into new foes. (x2)
that’s how it goes

[verse 2: jodirockk]
it’s some n-ggas only focused on bringin’ you straight down
faker than a g-y n-gga claimin’ he straight now
bad b-tch with an -ss so fat
and if that p-ssy fitted then i make that -ss snapback
i give it to her like that, i give it to her like that
and like an indian giver, i have her bringin’ it back
she knows i’m real, and he pose
shoulda been a fisherman cause all i do is reel/real hoes
actin’ like a facebook g, and get poked b-tch
actin’ like you loud now? and get smoked quick
shoutout to rick ross, i’m not a star
black talons from the eagle send him flyin’ to god
a n-gga hungry so i’m stackin’ my chips
and them guns magic…make a n-gga dip
i got bars for days, you’re a hopeless n-gga
nosy n-ggas crowd ’round me, cause i’m the dopest n-gga

(chorus)

- jodirockk

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