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kiing lou - brothers lyrics

[intro]
get the money where you wanna go i will help you all i can(buddha)
and it won’t be long ’til you fly away
’til you fly away
’til you fly away
’til you fly
i’ll take you out of +

[verse]
fly ass young n+gga walk around with blue franklins
n+ggas my sons if they getting out of line i’ll spank them (come here lil’ n+gga)
way i get the crowd turnt i’ll get this b+tch cranking
see a n+gga lit now i’m who they tryna hang with
(i’m who they want hang with)
stay with the gang
i call ’em my brothers it’s problems ’bout one of us then we all causing them pain
circle small bubble we bringing them trouble if they talking down on my name
really ride for each other that’s word to my mother forevеr we toting on flames
yeah that boy talking hot, know about that hе not, told that boy better stay in his lane
(watch yourself)
told his ass to + lemme switch and go back
i just been focused on making more music and spitting my soul up in more tracks
don’t get me wrong if a n+gga try throwing shade at me promise i’ma throw back (boom)
i heard they been tryna turn into a winner but i’m handing out l’s tell ’em hold that (hold that n+gga)
you know that i’m paid, see how i’m wildin’
this not minimum wage, you could check check how i’m styling
they still playing games, and i tell them that’s childish
f+ck out my face, tell ’em go make a profit
i hate that they be capping
talking ’bout they get racks in
n+ggas be fronting these n+ggas be catfish
split up these numbers with my brothers like fractions
cash out at the mall getting drip we need napkins
see the water on me know a young n+gga splashing
race to the breesh in the coupe don’t crash it
stay on that side we ain’t doing no attractions
ain’t on my side then i’m screaming f+ck your faction
stay over there
one thing for sure, two things i wanna make clear
me and bro ’boutta take over the year
n+gga so cold that they call him moncler
start up the music then go on a tear
going turbo in this whip
turn it up put it in a whole different gear speakers blasting these songs playing all of our sh+t
we all on fire in a zone type of sh+t
they on the ‘net b+tch on socials and sh+t
talking bout how it get cold than a b+tch
got me wondering how they ain’t know it was this
getting to the money been the goal since a jit
i want diamonds on my watch i want snow on my wrist
in that mode for these chips so it’s more that i get
money keep on piling up, overflow in this b+tch
still need more of this
seeing how we all got sh+t
make ’em all fanned make ’em all want fl!cks
move like a star but i can’t take pics
take it too far when it’s coming to this
used to only want a b+tch
now declining them quick
ain’t on my type of timing so it’s them i’ll get rid of
i don’t need them cuz my pockets getting thicker
delete them they gonna f+ck up the system
bum ass n+ggas distracted by b+tches
i can’t relate i’ma stay on the vision
straight line drive headed straight for the riches
n+ggas too hungry i aim for the the chicken
ask for the sauce they just want me to dish it
move like a boss so it’s me who they hearing
play for these bucks so i’m getting my l!cks in
said it before but they thought i was kidding
they not the ones that i’m calling my brothers
tell ’em move ’round tell them boys that it’s f+ck ’em
spread out my wings just for them i won’t cover
leave ’em behind just for dead in the gutter
i don’t need no new friends i don’t need no others
don’t give a f+ck if that boy is my cousin
they laughing at me when i show ’em the hustle
now who in the dirt? now who in the rubble?
you heard what i said n+gga i never stuttered
f+ck all them n+ggas i’m done being humble
it’s no beef ’bout us it’s no reason to rumble
went dumb on the courts on the beats i go dumber
woke up the beast from a long ass slumber
now i’ma wake up and turn up the summer
tryna be like the hottest like n+ggas a sauna
life is a movie i need a stunt double
only motion that they having is runners
pockets in motion i want me a hummer
word to my mother i’m tired of the honda
i’m focused on cheddar and that’s a reminder
repeat it again i’ma make ’em rewind it
don’t talk to me if it’s not about commas
i head to the top tryna leave from the bottom
don’t call me for answers i’m still about problems
(still about problems)

- kiing lou lyrics

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