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letra de brothers - stanwill & certified trapper

[intro]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

[verse 1: certified trapper]
i’ll ride for my brother, i’d die for my brother
smack a n-gga daylight, twenty-five for my brother
throw a lot for my brother, give out five to my brothers
if they push back, cuddy ain’t gon’ slide for your brother
a thousand miles away, n-gga, that won’t change we brothers
all them high-speed chases, gone on them f-ckers
any n-gga tweak, i’ll blow like a m-ffler
your lil’ b-tch on my d-ck? h-ll no, i ain’t touch her
i’ll ride for my b-tch, i’d die for my b-tch
n-gga, if i had wings, i’d fly for my b-tch
even in a room quiet, i be shy for my b-tch
these real f-ckin’ tеars, i’ll cry to my b-tch
i’ll blow for lil’ sis, go broke for lil’ sis
bust a n-gga f-ckin’ head, beat a ho for my sis
n-gga, any f-ckin’ thing you say go whеn you rich
i know n-ggas gon’ treat you like a ho when you b-tch
i know n-ggas gon’ get you on the floor when you strip
i ain’t goin’ out bad, took a roll from this b-tch
whip the boy and the girl, got the flow with the mix
b-tch, i love the tour life, in the o in the pits
[verse 2: stanwill]
dog sh-t militia
she can get whatever, you won’t hear my tellin’ no to my b-tch
get the opp drop, pull up to his lo’ with them sticks
bro a heavy sipper, he just turned his four to a six
green light on every glocky, we on go with the bl!cks
zotti plug in cali, he he shippin’ ‘bows to the mitt
think i’m clumsy when i get up in that mode how i trip
rich as f-ck, i just might throw up, all this motion, i’m sick
i’ll ride for militia, i’ll slide for militia
when it’s war, won’t catch me duckin’, i’m outside for militia
everything, i gotta put it on the line for militia
icy, they know when they see them diamonds shine, it’s militia
blowin’ twenties at the mall, remember fives in the tank
i could pull a hundred out, i used to slide with the blanks
if it’s money on the floor, you know i’ll dive to the pape’
i put them boys ahead of me, they stabbed my spine anyway
me and gang tied in, them my siamese twins
if them piggies fl!ck the lights, we on a high-speed, then
talkin’ to them labels, tell ’em i need nineteen ends
how i run this money up, think i got nineteen legs
brought my bl!cky to the venue, they let 19 in
if i want it, i could cash it or could swipe these bins
they don’t wanna see me shine, i let me ice bling, then
i been sh-ttin’, how i’m feelin’, i just might be him
b-tch, dog sh-t militia, what up, certi?

- stanwill certified trapper

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