Brother Love

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4 Shots to the head, now that bitch laying down dead.
free my dad, fuck the feds, i just wanna make some bread.
Big Bruh woody got that tooty, fuck around he would loose it.
no excuses, just some bruises,East side bound we stay around,
don't have time for the funny clowns.
ATM, what that mean ? big stacks of money.
that my brother, fuck the struggle cause we got one another.
I throw singles he throw doubles, a bad bitch he go fuck her,
never love her, never trust her, fuck feelings this aint usher.
Man im trying to do good, stay in school get out the hood.
Put my head back in the game, ain trying to get know fame,
people know me from my name, yeahhh lil shawty don't play no games,
you might know me from the streets , see me throwing up them E's
ainn know dog ain no beast, bitches go respect, i get grazy
in these streets, momma please pray for me, Im catching bodies
with this heat, bitch it ain't no stopping me, set it off like boosie,
turnt up on exclusive, revolution, no conclusion,get wrong
your momma loose you.

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shamerria60
Member since January 12 2017

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