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letra de brody fambo - xan man yg

[intro]
let me tell you a little story bout a n-gga he low key on the creep and he’ll put you to sleep
guarantee he heard it if you dissing on the sneak
and he got the patience he wait out for weeks
then he adding patients, need instant relief
but he won’t let you, toss you straight in the reef
then add in a new tear right next to his cheek
should’ve been wiser when picking ya beef

[hook (x8)]
d-mn brody fambo!

[verse 1]
my n-gga brody high rolling like jody
roll in the whip then we rolling and smoking
boxing that b-tch like it’s talking that sh-t
because brody got loud by pound and it’s lit
he packing a vega won’t f-ck with a swish
once he turned the f-ck up please don’t f-ck with the kid
cause he strapped the f-ck up and he loaded with clips
leave you looking like soowoo, it’s sad like a crip
i don’t, know what got in yo mind
or what you was tryna find
f-ck around with a n-gga like mine
cause a n-gga like mine don’t play
fambo go rambo for days
fambo not even in gangs cause they just can’t handle his ways
but he f-ck with the yacht a lot
he’ll tell a hoe like “b-tch you thought”
now get off my arm, go take a walk
i just need the cake, i ain’t tryna talk
told her -ss three times now she tryna stalk
got shawty straight addicted like she sniffing the chalk
but fambo can’t leave a hoe hanging even though she kinda crazy
if she really want some d-cking then he digging what she thinking
see brody give no f-cks, he get dope for the low bucks
i’m just glad he know us
cause no discussion, when he erupting
you know he busting, guns
all gold hollows just for all gold fun
and when it all go down he taking all yo funds
he sn-tching yo chain and picking yo ring
wifey ain’t finna see you, you done

[hook (x8)]
d-mn brody fambo!

[verse 2]
now this where sh-t just get complicated
hadn’t made a move like all day
but brody fambo felt obligated
n-gga need to get that pay
so we seen a hoe about 5’4 and she lookin good i won’t lie
told her come right over, we can take yo order
and she did but she had a surprise
so i pull out the strap, left her flat on her back cause the b-tch was police in disguise
can’t believe i ain’t seen it, she played on my demons
she knew i was peeping her thighs
then i turn and said “brody we dipping out homie”
he start up the whip then we fly
squad car on a chase, squad all with a k
fambo said that these n-ggas gon die
so i started laying down all of these n-ggas
ain’t really a k!ller but sh-t i just figured
i’d rather dispose, how you suppose he was living?
he not cause them bullets feel hot where he filled em
one down, h-lla to go
then i heard the chopper fly over the road
but fambo just pull out the chopper with scope
my hands on the wheel while he lock it and load
one shot, headshot
now the heli hittin that bedrock
cause the pilot feeling that deadlock
explosion created a dead spot
so we dip to the crib and we camp out
ain’t no way they gon catch us, we set now
we got food and the bud for some months so we packed up some blunts, chief them hoes and we p-ssed out

[hook (x8)]
d-mn brody fambo!

- xan man yg

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