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jordanlilvee - brothers for life lyrics

[verse 1: blatz]
afternoon shoppin at the d+mn ‘grove
spring time, diamonds shine, all up in yo earlobes
summer time lovin, cut the p+ssy from the [?]
shakin in yo spot this b+tch is stiffer than a scarecrow
delta got me jet lagged
[?] then they f+ckin off the xan tab
with my d+mn [?] they get bl++dy like a d+mn pad
this money can’t be waitin i get checks like my d+mn dad
grass is greener over here ho
but not like your ex girlfriend complainin about a weirdo
i smoke it from the tree i ain’t plan on robbin his gear bro
i wrote this at the beach this that santa monica piеr flow
i been gettin paid double x like an old man
i was in thе [?] sellin drugs up on [?]
get up out my face yous a dub, you too postman
i ain’t need a wife i need a b+tch who can pole dance

[verse 2: savage ga$p]
ayy look i just need a b+tch who throw it back though
shik+maru shadows how i pull up inna black coat
i just beat it, i ain’t mean no parents tho
her boyfriend is a magicarp, im lookin like a gyarados
pull up, hop out, oh my god
boy my diamonds shinin in the tunnel of love
and listen i just keep it movin ho i dont give a f+ck
cause u be gettin b+tt hurt while im gettin these bucks
i said wrist pain get paid friends go friends change
blatz and vee my brothers thats for life boy ain’t sh+t change
i just had to run up the digits and now my repost network lookin lke your college tuition
i said, i really had to get my cash up
[?] like kanye the way u gettin passed up
and i really used to think we cool
but if i wasn’t me i guess i would probably hate me too
[verse 3: keshore]
f+ck that shake that ass b+tch
hands up n+gga like “f+ck yo mans” b+tch
i be sippin on coors like my daddy
i be hittin on 4s like im [?]
smokin on a wood when my momma not home
country buckin back kid movin bricks out the growth yea yea
frank ocean boomin in the backseat
cubicles [?] thats your bare feet
felines finest keep the p+ssy where her [?] be
rachael ray’s [?], 60 minutes and then we feastin
[?] the papa of [?] my kids b+tch
come on in chillin she suckin my d+ck out my [?]

- jordanlilvee lyrics

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