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letra de brotherly love pt. 2 (correct lyrics) - kay flock, dougie b & b-lovee

[intro: oppy & b-lovee]
haha, yo, free me, man
let’s see the opps hotbox, man
()
keke, doa
the f-ck, n-gga, 94k (grrah), ogzk, oyk (grrah)
haha, free my son deuce (grrah)
free the blammas (grrah, grrah), free us, it’s f-cked up out
hahaha

[chorus: kay flock, b-lovee & ]
doa, we gon’ turn this sh-t up (ah)
patty and ‘migos, streets turnt the f-ck up
other side goofies, they some chumps (they some chumps)
.40 kickin’ like bruce lee, when i dump (like bruce lee) ()
baba line who, b-tch? you dumb
try to line me, i’m dyin’ with you and my gun (with you and my gun)
grrah, try to line me, i’m dyin’ with you and my gun
[verse 1: b-lovee]
i can’t lack for a b-tch that be on me
this .30 got hollows for him and his homies
had to walk on both feet, couldn’t get us a stogie
went to shoot at the opps with my doley
i was stuck in the streets, i was startin’ to get lonely (ahh)
n-ggas talking that sh-t like they know me
i done been through the storm, they can’t fold me
all the opps, i’m out, tryna clone me
name whatever it is, let it be that
catch ’em leavin’ his crib, he won’t be back
brodie gon’ pop out the cut, he won’t see that
sh-t get real, it’s not fake so don’t think that
f-ck a day shift, my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay sh-t
off the patty and ‘migos, she ain’t actin’ basic
free kay flock, i can’t wait ’til that day hit (grrah-grrah)

[chorus: kay flock, b-lovee & ]
doa, we gon’ turn this sh-t up (turn this sh-t up)
patty and ‘migos, streets turnt the f-ck up (turnt the f-ck up)
other side goofies, they some chumps (boy, they what?)
.40 kickin’ like bruce lee, when i dump () (grrah, grrah, grrah)
baba line who, b-tch? you dumb (grrah)
try to line me, i’m dyin’ with you and my gun (with you and my gun)
grrah, try to line me, i’m dyin’ with you and my gun
()
[verse 2: dougie b]
you keep jackin’ the gang, is you ready to slide or die?
like, pour all your pride aside
no time for mines, the guys forever gon’ ride
i don’t got a reason to lie
r.i.p jayripk, been fiendin’ to say this
he told me, like, “dougie, these n-ggas ain’t right”
turnt the y, i move wocky when i eye an oy
just a kid wit’ the burner, ain’t no reason to lie
and don’t you get caught with that n-gga when not throwin’ shots
like, no, no weaving and bobbin’
like, “no, i can’t go, i’m keeping my chop'”
so stop, just run up, go get you some guap
you popped in hot
at any age, you gettin’ flocked
like, every opp, they gettin’ shot
like, “dougie b, they gon’ remember me” (grrah-grrah)
miss all the memories
tell ’em, “free flock” (grrah-grrah)

[chorus: kay flock, b-lovee & ]
doa, we gon’ turn this sh-t up (ahh) ()
patty and ‘migos, streets turnt the f-ck up ()
other side goofies, they some chumps (they some chumps)
()
.40 kickin’ like bruce lee, when i dump (like bruce lee) ()
baba line who, b-tch? you dumb
try to line me, i’m dyin’ with you and my gun () (with you and my gun)
grrah, try to line me, i’m dyin’ with you and my gun
(with you and my gun)
[outro: dougie b]
doa, doa
c-hii gang
jb gang
nazzy gang
blay gang
free flocka

- lyrics kay flock dougie b b lovee

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