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letra de brosef - youngboy sano

i said shoutout my brosef
we runnin back before they close us
that pistol went straight to his throat

yeah they know that we totin
glock in my hand imma hold it
ain’t faking no shots imma open

i’m c-cking my mojo
got through the pack and you know it
i ain’t f-cking with dat sh-t i’m old n-gga
i got the bank i can’t roll with no broke n-gga
he talk that sh-t but he cannot control it

i grab on my pistol and stand in positions where i ain’t afraid to roll out and start poppin it
got thru the set, i made a couple hits ain’t no one dope in this b-tch got a problem
now look how he walk like he got it, that boy issa problem ain’t no one in here finna stop him
glock in my hand imma pop him
he act a lil tough when a n-gga be searching his wallet
(where they at ?)
i get my ends
just tell dat lil n-gga i’ll beat him again
he talk allat bull cuz he know we in
lil shawty suck d-ck cuz she know that we winning
south west gang and you can’t fw dat
them dudes in the trap we ain’t all in the pen
they selling crack better call them again
he think we the same and i ain’t got a twin
i said shoutout my brosef
we running back
told him lay low
and he went for the glack
man that n-gga too sick
he ain’t f-cking with that
f-ck about school
yeah he dropped outta that

they thought we was joking pull at his crib let that boy know how we throw a l!ck
got kootas off with them dummie guns they finna knock all that cap of a n-gga real quick
that boy he a b-tch

i said shout my brosef
knocked on the door and they closed it
that had all my motions
them folks didn’t know how we jump through the coaches
them boys didn’t know how we smoked on em roaches
he a act like a blunt then my n-ggas gon smoke him
south side we rolling
knock out a b-tch if she hoeing
i’m toppin the ones in the trench that i roll in
i’m hot like a b-tch and you know it

i said shoutout my brosef
we runnin back before they close us
that pistol went straight at his throat
yeah they know that we totin
glock in my hand imma hold it
ain’t faking no shots imma open

i’m c-cking my mojo
got through the pack and you know it
i ain’t f-cking with dat sh-t i’m old n-gga
i got the bank i can’t roll with no broke n-gga
he talk that sh-t but he cannot control it

- youngboy sano

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