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bros - lildre556 lyrics

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[intro]
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
ayy, b*tch, on gang
lildre556 on this b*tch, n*gga
dre556 on this b*tch, red dot him, spot him
on gang, alright

[chorus]
ayy, b*tch, yeah, you know i rock out for the bros
and my glizzy exotic, put sh*t on my pole
how you trap, but n*gga never seen a bowl?
how you trap, but n*gga seen a load?
i was out in that blizzard, ayy, that sh*t got cold
b*tch, i caught a opp lackin’, he ain’t have his pole
and who real in this sh*t, n*gga, you never know

[verse]
put that sh*t on his fro, then b*tch, i’m gettin’ low
mama said the jakes gon’ lock me up, ayy, can’t get caught by the po’
i bet they won’t catch a n*gga no more
and my slime out the window, he crackin’ the 4
got n*ggas mad ’cause we beat up his bro
nah, them boys prolly mad ’cause we f*cked on they ho’
he ain’t stick to the plan, so we switched up the code
i got so many shots, i ain’t gotta reload
so many muhf*ckas done tried to slime me out, b*tch, i don’t know who my woe
b*tch, i don’t know who my bro
b*tch, i don’t know who gon’ blow
ayy, lil dre stay on 10, b*tch, i swear he won’t go
try set me up, thought you was bro
she wouldn’t f*ck back then, so that’s a no
b*tch, i beat from the back like i beat up the load
b*tch, i beat up the pack, yeah, i get this sh*t gone
young trap n*gga, i don’t talk on no phone
after i hit, b*tch, leave me alone
i’m on that block, b*tch, smokin’ that strong
chiefin’ at dead opps, sh*t almost gone
swear it feel like bro ain’t never leave the zone
ayy, i’m callin’ yo’ phone but i know that you gone
type sh*t make a n*gga cry when he home
ayy, i’m missin’ you, n*gga, don’t think that you gone
you the same young n*gga, you realer than wrong
ayy, that sh*t hurt me bad, feel like i broke a bone
same sh*t got a n*gga changin’ his tone
same sh*t got me not pickin’ up phones
i’on know what’s right, b*tch, i’on know what’s wrong
i’m playing this sh*t off the head, off the dome
ayy, b*tch, i walk up in that mode
i ain’t even tryna rhyme, i’m just makin’ a song
same n*gga dissin’ me just got gone
n*ggas using my name that i don’t even know
b*tch, i aim out the window, i’m sw*ngin’ the door
try to dive in that water, i tell ’em don’t choke
and i know n*ggas billy, i got n*ggas fold
everything that i got, got that sh*t with the bros
run down on that fan, and that n*gga, he froze
we ain’t clappin’ at feet, we ain’t clappin’ at toes
i hit sh*t in the head when this sh*t for the bros
call him rudolph, red beam on his nose
he ain’t gettin’ no tissue, we wipin’ that nose
put the fire on his ass, make that boy strike a pose
he been wolfin’ me bad, n*gga, don’t get exposed
got n*ggas using my name ’cause these n*ggas be hoes
and they ain’t really slidin’ on sh*t ’cause they sharin’ they poles
lil neck b*tch, she tryna f*ck on the bros
never switched up, i’m never breakin’ that code
now this sh*t make a f*ck n*gga jump like a toad
ayy, come to the street b*tch, come to the road
and them boys on that same sh*t, sh*t gettin’ old
[chorus]
yeah, ayy, you know i rock out for the bros
my glizzy exotic, put sh*t on my pole
how you trap, but n*gga never seen a bowl?
how you trap, but n*gga seen a load?
i was out in that blizzard, ayy, that sh*t got cold
b*tch, i caught a opp lackin’, he ain’t have his pole
and who real in this sh*t, n*gga, you never know

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