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lil brother - chris brown lyrics

[chorus: chris brown]
yesterday my lil brother caught a murder case
had to, he didn’t wanna throw his life away
judge hit him with 20, told him get out my face
he said you dead boy, too late to pray boy
shot bullet holes through his sphere, god
send him up like here, god
smear bl–dy tears, drip like [?], sippin’ smirnoff
life of a crime boss, life in jail, that’s time off
this right here that mob talk, run it here
bye dawg

[verse 1: chris brown]
30 clip, thats a d-ck, you get f-cked with it
throw away after you use it, swimming with the fishes (hah)
don’t tell yo bid’ness, go on missions and don’t leave no witness (no)
all these b-tches turn to snitches, coppas come and get cha (ooh)
boy them bullets hot, shoot you on the drop, you and yo thot
smoking dread lots, headshot got that red dot
a million for my watch, said you got it? b-tch i think not
hop up at your spot, all these goons, don’t get scared now
f-ck about a opp, b-tch i’m everywhere
if the n-gg-s get to shooting, you gon run and tell
ima catch a body before a n-gg- get mine
just because you pussy watch a n-gg- get time
we [?] really switch sides
running from a [?] gotta get mine
he did anything just to get on
i’ma tell his momma, he ain’t coming home

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
k!llas at yo crib drinkin’ coffee like they work late (sit on ’em)
tryna squash it, n-gg-s shouldn’t have played with me in the first place (f-ck y’all n-gg-s)
i’ma make yo death day (hah)
n-gg- f-ck yo birthday (hah)
k!ll that pussy b-tch and shoot anyone who got his shirt made
i be solo when i ride (i’m bout to go get on these n-gg-s)
not shooting from a distance, ima run up catch these shots (baw, baw, baw, baw)
[?] with no kick, n-gg-s die (blrt)
spray the crowd, hollows ain’t got names, they just flyin (blrt)
i be in the shooter, with my hunters, 50 in my ruger
put a new drum on my glizzy, now that b-tch sound like a uzi
shoot yo momma house, now move her
pulled a mission out this uber
me and lil bro caught a body, ain’t get caught, so we ain’t do it, hol’ up
the opps on instagram live, let’s go flip a n-gg- crib inside out (them n-gg-s live)
these bullets go through bricks, i shake yo hand, you make it out (you cold)
2 clips taped together, it look like it’s ups down (hah)

- chris brown lyrics

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