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401caleb - puerto rican brothers lyrics

[hook: 401caleb, slurziican]
i’ma be yo’ b+tches man, i’ma f+ck her off the xan
quick to change up on a f+ck n+gga, i’ma yell “shazam”
merge attachments in the blam like it’s rice with the spam
i got three k’s in this b+tch, n+gga, like i’m in the clan
yeah i f+ck her off the xan, give a f+ck about her man
bet you he won’t match my glam, ha
now we back to the serious sh+t, i’ma take your b+tch home and steady finger her sh+t

[verse: 401caleb, slurziican]
if her n+gga say some sh+t unload this .10 in the bl!ck
if he try to do sumn then i’ma k!ll his b+tch
n+ggas claim what they ain’t while i’m out here making bank
run a train on yo’ main, she just gave the crew brain
yeah, gave the crew brain, dodging cops lane to lane
mothaf+cka so insane
if he tryna run up, send shots through his f+cking brain
i been through a lot pain, in the future i gotta name
yeah, in the future got a name
east side b+tch from atlanta calling me her mane
no set to my name but if it’s beef, let it be known
now a south side b+tch calling me on her trap phone
all designer, i be rockin’ chrome on chrome
you a fan, buddy, i can’t let your ass get known
wait
drive by, send shots out the window
cops are on d+ck, they found the motherf+cking vin code
after i moved i thought i had no where to go
but we beefing over a little ass stupid f+cking hoe, d+mn
i got dreams with my team, it’s not always ‘bout the green
‘cause my demons intervene and the world bittersweet
man, it’s so much f+cking havoc, numb the pain spitting magic
cap rap all you n+ggas spitting plastic, talking ‘bout you got a ratchet
shut the f+ck up with that racket
y’all can’t f+ck with me, y’all n+ggas really can’t
get rich with a baddie we gon’ own every land
get rich or die tryin, baby tell me what’s the plan
carry guns in the plane, we gon’ take a flight to france, yeah, yeah
all the bread that i make, it’s a f+cking bakery
i got blades and melodies, i got guns with h+lla beams
i just be owning this b+tch, while she blowing this d+ck
and a n+gga got money with honnies
nose runny from the cocaine bricks
yeah, puerto rican brothers and we flyin’ international
talking crazy on the net, keep your mind rational
five b+tches over one latino thats fractional
drunk driving you know i just did a hit and go
filipino baddie, tryna slide to her crib, ask if i’m down to f+ck
baby, i just want the mouth, baby, i just want the gawk
i keep souring, yeah [?] just like i am a f+cking a hawk, yeah
keep it hawk like a hendrican, i’m from south side i dont jack the west i’ma spin 2 tac
got a drake and a mac, keep a strap
if you talk crazy you gon’ take a nap
[hook: 401caleb, slurziican]
i’ma be yo’ b+tches man, i’ma f+ck her off the xan
quick to change up on a f+ck n+gga, i’ma yell “shazam”
merge attachments in the blam like it’s rice with the spam
i got three k’s in this b+tch, n+gga, like i’m in the clan
yeah i f+ck her off the xan, give a f+ck about her man
bet you he won’t match my glam, ha
now we back to the serious sh+t, i’ma take your b+tch home and steady finger her sh+t

- 401caleb lyrics

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