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letra de side bitch - mlbrn

[verse 1]

aye!
them dogs that i use to hang with now i’m ready to bang with
lost a lot of respect form em’, all that sh-t is standard
my brothers that were loyal, those are the boys i ran with
still we yellin brotherhood every time we on some gang sh-t
sh-t you wouldn’t believe
i put that on my mother
even she’s been in the mix them time them p-ssys pulled up on her
death before dishonour
i’m livin’ by a code, it’s still three, nine, double seven for you dogs that didn’t know
anyone down to go?
f-ck all of thе chit chat
see em’ down the road fill the clip and pull that sh-t back
i nеver let it go
when i squeeze her it’s a missmatch
this right here the side b-tch, f-cken oath i kissed that
i’m the beggining of all this rap sh-t
you lot stick to trappin’
still my brothers keeper even though [razza?] a spastic
he do anything that he want, still i back him
that’s brotherhood forever never lackin!
[hook]

when the uso turn to me
see you already know
you ain’t gotta tell me nothin’ my brother i’m down to go
but i can tell you right now
if any my brothers gone catch a l
my side b-tch coming out for show
cause we don’t lose out here
i’m watchin’ how they move round here
we don’t care bout who’s who round here
i got 99 problems with only one way that i can solve em’
be careful what you choose round here

[verse 2]

when they up early for work
we still workin’ the roads
because we raised up in church think what the f-ck do we know?
i’m tellin’ ya that’s the perks
raised up in a good home
see brother i ain’t ever change but it’s not the melbourne you know
they threw my name in the dirt
they told me life a blessin’ why that sh-t feel like a curse?
they ask me why i’m stressin, brother i’ve been through the worst
(aye!)
now we the ones they callin’ when they see em’ on our turf
and i ain’t talkin bout’ a german when i say i scored on merc
aye, gimmie a deadline
thinkin’ they got heavies my brah?
well you ain’t met mine
brothers that’ll squeeze when they’re aiming at your headline
jacks putting sheets over your face, it’s like it’s bed time
the old me kept it peace like a hippie
now when sh-t hit the fan i got my piece on my hippie
never hesistate to let it squeeze when your lippy or when any motherf-cker wanna diss me
[hook] (x2)

- mlbrn

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