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letra de bros - lildre556

[intro]
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
ayy, b-tch, on gang
lildre556 on this b-tch, n-gga
dre556 on this b-tch, red dot him, spot him
on gang, alright

[chorus]
ayy, b-tch, yeah, you know i rock out for the bros
and my glizzy exotic, put sh-t on my pole
how you trap, but n-gga never seen a bowl?
how you trap, but n-gga seen a load?
i was out in that blizzard, ayy, that sh-t got cold
b-tch, i caught a opp lackin’, he ain’t have his pole
and who real in this sh-t, n-gga, you never know

[verse]
put that sh-t on his fro, then b-tch, i’m gettin’ low
mama said the jakes gon’ lock me up, ayy, can’t get caught by the po’
i bet they won’t catch a n-gga no more
and my slime out the window, he crackin’ the 4
got n-ggas mad ’cause we beat up his bro
nah, them boys prolly mad ’cause we f-cked on they ho’
he ain’t stick to the plan, so we switched up the code
i got so many shots, i ain’t gotta reload
so many muhf-ckas done tried to slime me out, b-tch, i don’t know who my woe
b-tch, i don’t know who my bro
b-tch, i don’t know who gon’ blow
ayy, lil dre stay on 10, b-tch, i swear he won’t go
try set me up, thought you was bro
she wouldn’t f-ck back then, so that’s a no
b-tch, i beat from the back like i beat up the load
b-tch, i beat up the pack, yeah, i get this sh-t gone
young trap n-gga, i don’t talk on no phone
after i hit, b-tch, leave me alone
i’m on that block, b-tch, smokin’ that strong
chiefin’ at dead opps, sh-t almost gone
swear it feel like bro ain’t never leave the zone
ayy, i’m callin’ yo’ phone but i know that you gone
type sh-t make a n-gga cry when he home
ayy, i’m missin’ you, n-gga, don’t think that you gone
you the same young n-gga, you realer than wrong
ayy, that sh-t hurt me bad, feel like i broke a bone
same sh-t got a n-gga changin’ his tone
same sh-t got me not pickin’ up phones
i’on know what’s right, b-tch, i’on know what’s wrong
i’m playing this sh-t off the head, off the dome
ayy, b-tch, i walk up in that mode
i ain’t even tryna rhyme, i’m just makin’ a song
same n-gga dissin’ me just got gone
n-ggas using my name that i don’t even know
b-tch, i aim out the window, i’m sw-ngin’ the door
try to dive in that water, i tell ’em don’t choke
and i know n-ggas billy, i got n-ggas fold
everything that i got, got that sh-t with the bros
run down on that fan, and that n-gga, he froze
we ain’t clappin’ at feet, we ain’t clappin’ at toes
i hit sh-t in the head when this sh-t for the bros
call him rudolph, red beam on his nose
he ain’t gettin’ no tissue, we wipin’ that nose
put the fire on his ass, make that boy strike a pose
he been wolfin’ me bad, n-gga, don’t get exposed
got n-ggas using my name ’cause these n-ggas be hoes
and they ain’t really slidin’ on sh-t ’cause they sharin’ they poles
lil neck b-tch, she tryna f-ck on the bros
never switched up, i’m never breakin’ that code
now this sh-t make a f-ck n-gga jump like a toad
ayy, come to the street b-tch, come to the road
and them boys on that same sh-t, sh-t gettin’ old
[chorus]
yeah, ayy, you know i rock out for the bros
my glizzy exotic, put sh-t on my pole
how you trap, but n-gga never seen a bowl?
how you trap, but n-gga seen a load?
i was out in that blizzard, ayy, that sh-t got cold
b-tch, i caught a opp lackin’, he ain’t have his pole
and who real in this sh-t, n-gga, you never know

- lildre556

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