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letra de brothers for life - jordanlilvee

[verse 1: blatz]
afternoon shoppin at the d-mn ‘grove
spring time, diamonds shine, all up in yo earlobes
summer time lovin, cut the p-ssy from the [?]
shakin in yo spot this b-tch is stiffer than a scarecrow
delta got me jet lagged
[?] then they f-ckin off the xan tab
with my d-mn [?] they get bl–dy like a d-mn pad
this money can’t be waitin i get checks like my d-mn dad
grass is greener over here ho
but not like your ex girlfriend complainin about a weirdo
i smoke it from the tree i ain’t plan on robbin his gear bro
i wrote this at the beach this that santa monica piеr flow
i been gettin paid double x like an old man
i was in thе [?] sellin drugs up on [?]
get up out my face yous a dub, you too postman
i ain’t need a wife i need a b-tch who can pole dance

[verse 2: savage ga$p]
ayy look i just need a b-tch who throw it back though
shik-maru shadows how i pull up inna black coat
i just beat it, i ain’t mean no parents tho
her boyfriend is a magicarp, im lookin like a gyarados
pull up, hop out, oh my god
boy my diamonds shinin in the tunnel of love
and listen i just keep it movin ho i dont give a f-ck
cause u be gettin b-tt hurt while im gettin these bucks
i said wrist pain get paid friends go friends change
blatz and vee my brothers thats for life boy ain’t sh-t change
i just had to run up the digits and now my repost network lookin lke your college tuition
i said, i really had to get my cash up
[?] like kanye the way u gettin passed up
and i really used to think we cool
but if i wasn’t me i guess i would probably hate me too
[verse 3: keshore]
f-ck that shake that ass b-tch
hands up n-gga like “f-ck yo mans” b-tch
i be sippin on coors like my daddy
i be hittin on 4s like im [?]
smokin on a wood when my momma not home
country buckin back kid movin bricks out the growth yea yea
frank ocean boomin in the backseat
cubicles [?] thats your bare feet
felines finest keep the p-ssy where her [?] be
rachael ray’s [?], 60 minutes and then we feastin
[?] the papa of [?] my kids b-tch
come on in chillin she suckin my d-ck out my [?]

- jordanlilvee

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