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letra de brothers keeper - mylo (uk)

[verse 1 – mylo]
i am my brother’s keeper
it’s an a.m. when i hop in this beema
twin cleaver, tryna hack off his arm
in chiraq, don’t lack like saddam
come rock block, better come with your pole
better not jam when you lock and you load
ammunition, that’s a load of bells
big shotgun for bro in jail
big machine made man prevail
ghosting, get ’em and send ’em to h-ll
look at the f-cking lies they tell
they only seen half on the birmingham mail
keep thinking you’re in a bubble wrap
till we slide round there and double tap
i’ve got big t–th for a hundred man
make your whole block do the running man
[verse 2 – zino]
i’m in the bando, pyrеx steamy
bro got the food, same day that’s gonе
my broski really f-cked up the streets
when we see him on road then the dings is on
all the beef and the stress gets long
gun town, gun town, man ah got guns
did a night shift on my pushbike
and then i hit the strip on my ones
i’m my brother’s keeper, on my mum’s
from the trenches, really from the slums
l!ck a two-on-two or one-on-one
used to hit the block just for fun
they’re beefing man they don’t know
i’ve got this trapping sh-t in my bones
no bl!cks, i’m whipping my chrome
we fly shotty sh-lls at their dome

[verse 3 – mylo]
the blade on my hip is thirsty
and i’ll murder step until i’ll thirty
scratch that, until i’m fifty
i’m still serving brandy and whiskey
i beg they miss me when it’s drama
but you can find me in the gaza
these two botties come from a farmer
i’ve got plenty bills for the armour
their trap line is marga, no p’s
with a team full of rats, no cheese
they half glide and get p.t.s.d
i stab a man and go sleep
they got no heat, don’t compare us
when they see us they fear us
talk sh-t but never come near us
i’m shocked, outside and fearless
[verse 4 – zino]
white and b tt, so perfect
ski glee glee, he aim where his shirt is
he squeeze his clip, empty then we swerve him
back to the strip, to the fiends we serving
back to the strip, back roads we lurking
i’m in the bando, bro closed the curtains
nosy neighbours, i know that for certain
it could be the undies observing
c.i.d., they want me in the station
officer it wasn’t me, you’re mistaken
it weren’t dreams, it was fiends we was chasing
how do you think we got money we’re making?
we’re all trappers where i’m from
i’ve got bro if he’s right or he’s wrong
if we get stuck in this ride then it’s long
cah bro got his stick, he ain’t leaving his gun

[verse 5 – mylo]
one life, no second chance
caught him in a second glance
twenty-one seconds, tut tut tut
twenty-one shots make a pagan dance
couldn’t live this life of mine
indulge in violent crimes
black and white, fight or flight
you either go home or on the glide
they want me locked up like akon
cah i fly with fire like napalm
i was listening to ar-ab
back when them dudes had drake on
know it’s deep and dark in the jungle
one wrong move and your life get humble
hunting packs, get bands in bundles
eat with bro for the times we struggled
[verse 6 – zino]
music off past the masjid
hit the strip and make the pack flip
the lizzy twerking like a bad b-tch
man line around, that’s a hat trick
hats off if you match this
man i’m active up on man’s strip
i’m trap fit and this bad b
she’s a catfish, it’s some madness
i called him and i paid him just to slap this
i used to bag it at my nan’s crib
i seen the jakes, i’m on a ban sh-t
grab the pack, i gotta bank it
n-ggas hiding under blankets
grab the pack, i gotta bank it

- mylo uk

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