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bromitzvah - 20 min. lyrics

[intro: papa epill]
20 minutes
20 minutes
20 minutes
20 minutes

[verse 1: og juan]
got some shooters that’ll hit you
in the clutch like reggie miller
real niggas don’t pop no molly
money b-tch, yeah that’s the hobby
turkey bagging them purple packs
for the low if you need that
i’m dan marino when i quarter back
ot if you need the sack
come through, it’s a touchdown
money b-tch, yeah what’s up clown
i’m the man all around the town
what it do? come get it now
got it all, pills and all
come through b-tch, i need your drawers
and i’m going, only got twenty minutes
girl you know you gon’ suck some

[hook: papa epill]
move quick in the fast lane, doubled up when the cash came
feds know my last name but i ain’t tripping
i’m on a mission, you can find me, come and get it
i only got twenty minutes
20 minutes
20 minutes

[verse 2: t- lew]
two twenties and a ten, that’s a fifty
two dubs rolled and a bad b-tch with me
just pulled up twenty minutes ago
loud packs in the trunk, moving for low
gotta pick ’em for the time run out
moving hella pounds, that’s what i’m about
got a hundred packs, made a hundred stacks
count it up, brought it back
really had to get mine
feds lurking but i been dodging one time
f-ck twelve, i’m really dodging one time
making moves all day, move it real quick
[?] by myself so it ain’t no split
[?] by myself so it ain’t no split

- bromitzvah lyrics

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