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letra de duo brotha - jordeezy

[verse 1:jordeezy]
we call our selves the duo brothers
we the motherf-cking living legends
y’all some punks our opponents didn’t last
y’all can’t takeover our legacy cause
you ain’t about it my homie brain busta and i still making niggas be in their tombstones
y’all should take notes how to become the duo
brothas we still in our zone and we taking over the throne
y’all mad stiff like sticks and stones that can break y’all bones in half your girl want our staffs we taking this shit to the max facts that we stacking dem racks
y’all some f-gs we attack dem niggas with our cannons
y’all can’t never balance
the chart we the true “duo brothas”on this rap game our fame still strong
y’all belong with the wack boys homeboys y’all can top off what we destroy we be k!lling
y’all still tripping

[bridge:jordeezy]
we stay topping the billboards
ight my homie brain busta tell em how we do it
i’m done destroying them hoes you ain’t getting shit cause
my boy brain busta and i still evolving to become kings

[verse 2:brain busta]
yeah me and jordeezy are the best and y’all got egos deceased
tryna put me to the test but i’ll destroy you so rest in peace
we are the duo brothas and we some crazy muthas
we drop knowledge call it english cl-ss english muffins with b-tter
y’all just hating but from your hate we just escaping
and over that mouth of yours is where i’mma be taping
you can’t destroy us you can’t even come close
cause when it comes to great lyrics we got the most
i don’t even boast i’m just saying facts
cause i’m always dropping fire on some fiery tracks
too chicken to face us locked up in your coop
me and jordeezy are generals of the rap game troops
i’mma take all y’all haters corpses and throw them in the gutter
i’mma warn you one more time not to step to these duo brothas

[verse 3:raskal]
the duo brothers bout to turn into the three musketeers
cause ain’t no others compare to what yall bout to hear
cause my flow is sick
to spit
quick or slow they can’t mirror how i flow
just know
im cold
stole the game i insist
my brain has sustained a few hits
it can’t contain the haze of my lyrics
they fearin the yougin
a dark spirit who guttin like a pumpkin
bullet proof no ammunition can touch him
just sumthin to enjoy
but deploy bars runnin like they
bustin straight
trigger b-ttons spray
picture perfect persision aim
ain’t no chose
to put my lines on pause or
stop em with the pencil
my levels so high up you would have thought i was gods father
my heads on straight no isis member fixin my collar
you fallin to short so get ready for a ride along till you get taller
stop gettin mad typin fast with all caps on like you a mobster
lost in the burn of what ive started
cursed mind taught
thoughts shinin through my head like a monk
supplyin proof my shits cut like im carvin
thanksgivin brunch
the first verse was a sign im a land mine bomb
learn where to walk
while me dreezy and kind double keep marchin

- jordeezy

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