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letra de bruddas - low hanging fruit

[intro – trip, soup]
ayy, i’m ’bout to leave from ym flight to new york right now
that’s a bet
yep‚ meet me at denver‚ we’re goin’ to san fransisco
ahh‚ non-stop calls, baby
haha, stay cool
fly [?] sh-t‚ baby
let’s go!

[verse 1 – trip]
travel the world with my brothers (brothers)
we ‘gon look out for each other (each other)
ain’t no more holes in our pockets (pockets)
told ’em we rich by the summer (summer)
i’m livin’ my life in a great way
before i eat i’ma say grace
i know this life gonna test me
but i know that i won’t let it break me
and i’m ’bout to bring out my a game
all of my brothers are doin’ the same thing
many of 20’s, [?] with comfortable, we still gonna maintain
we built us up with some music‚ we create somethin’ inspired by muses
soup rolled it up and we cruisin’, where are we goin’, i’m honestly clueless

[verse 2 – soup]
give you a pack like -ssignments
we ‘gon be straight, alignment
defendin’ my team, so i covered my team but i stay on attack like a linemen
and a new country, our city i rang
trip out to paris, we made it to spain
flew to a planet, she made me a sandwich and you need to catch up and runnin’ the game
dressed like an alien, you n-ggas staying it
i gotta hustle and get to a bat
stacking my credits, i’m busting like [?], so i gotta fetish for getting the facts
drippin’ the fruit, i see the p-ssion
came up with nothin’, we made it happen
work out the benz, i threw they taxes
bookin’ my shows and n-ggas is crackin’

[hook – trip, soup]
we ain’t worried ’bout no dumb sh-t
we just run sh-t, ayy (run it, run it, run it, run it)
triple jump sh-t
all my homies say i’m on one, runners on two
third base, them i’m goin’ home, tripodi what it do?
we ain’t worried ’bout no dumb sh-t
we just run sh-t, ayy (run it, run it, run it, run it)
triple jump sh-t
all my homies say i’m on one, runners on two
third base, them i’m goin’ home, tripodi what it do?

[verse 3 – trip, soup]
okay, it’s snowy out my window, play with beats like it’s nintendo
i’ma k!ll this instrumental, vans up boltin’ my temple
i got ice inside my diamonds, they so cold they change the climate
you was peekin’, we was reachin’ mountaintops, perfect timing
yeah, i really teamed first
we put our logo on t-shirts
merch in a box, we show off the stock and walk out the box with our feet hurt
hating perform so they know the price
my grandmama said that i know i’m nice
came from the block with the jansport
the reason i’m stackin’ these bands bored
the reason i’m working these late nights
steadily sharpen the sword up
i hit the bump for the warm-up
tying the knot when the storm come
prepare for the storm like a weatherman
got some advice from a veteran
and you just a rookie to me, bro
you don’t know nothin’ ’bout beast mode
you don’t know nothin’ ’bout gettin’ cheddar
we on the block tryna level up
and i wake up bright when the sun come up
when i rolled the blunt, that sh-t double-stuffed
hold up, bless us, we countin’
hop on the st–z and we run through the mountains (lhf, lhf)
i’m countin’ ten thousand without no account and i got no allowance

- low hanging fruit

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