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gucci mane - felix brothers lyrics

feat. young dolph, peeway longway

(hook)
we the felix brothers, vato, we the felix brothers
we count 200 million every time we meet each other
i’m in la, caviar, like a meechy brother
guwop a felix brother, peeway he a felix brother
we the felix brothers, n-gg-, we the felix brothers
we’ll catch yo body in the pieces, send it to yo mother
vvs and gdd, got diamonds in the cuddlers
party hard in tijuana, cocaine, lean and marijuana

(verse)
we find yo feelings, we’re known as felix
i’m sellin’ cheap sh-t, ship witch, but i ain’t remix
i got the clean sh-t
i bulletproof my homers, i got noriega numbers
call it christmas in the summer when i touch down with them b-mpers
penthouse in the jungle i done filled it up with hunger
many killas just don’t like gorillaz, squish squad, we enormous
we won’t pay you, will blow up yo beemer then cut up your finger
gotta go ak and i go ap, and i’m flyin’ on the street on ? (gucci)

(verse)
gotta mix squad of vatos to carry you n-gg-s
plus i own plummo who carry the ammo
brothers all mine, i want all of these n-gg-s
got room in choppas for all of you n-gg-s
you say you my friend, you say you my man
but you ball with a n-gg- that snitch on a n-gg-
you down on yo luck and you say you f-cked up
and i should get you one for a brick in the dust
money gotta look good, son
blind gotta look good, son
fell in luv with that white girl
at first she had a lil’ crush on me
dope comin’ by train, n-gg-
caravana by plane, n-gg-
so watch in front of my les’, we go deep with plain jane, n-gg-

(verse)
chop the body into pieces, send it to yo momma
walkin’ in the underground, turn the wood to hunt up on the xena(??)
? cuddles, wake you up to mazoea, wowin’ choppas in my head
honcho, get yo b-tch a ?
devil bag you up for lunch
big guns and shoot-outs for lunch
cocaine, lean, marijuana, full stop
dudes on cars shootin’ off my front
og, we roll in my blunt (we the felix brothers, n-gg-)
smash yo head comin’ out the john
felix brothers, n-gg-

(verse)
every time we have a meeting, a greek and a true hunter near?!
i can it go from the num of a quarter, my yungers don’t hold it in?!
my m-ssive extortion, my n-gg-s are bussin’
handle a clutch and a ? go clutchin’
new york hand me 50, the fifth off my cuddler
under my webbie i’m shootin’ my staromen
? till we feel it well
me and my main man holla the stargies
see one of us, you gon’ see the otha
my budget, my budget, my budget, my budget
three car watches, don’t beef wid us
we lay and go rounds in the beemer truck (prrraaah)
f-ck up yo hotel like a chainer scruff
i told you -ss we the felix brothers

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