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pro dillinger & machacha - brothers in grime lyrics

[intro: snotty]
1 9, look
look

[verse 1: snotty]
i said i’m too offical, pray to these guns, with my b+tch prayin’ with crystals
ain’t no rap, it get foul and i bet you i blow the whistle
n+ggas takin’ shots, ain’t even opps
we throwin’ missles, i could put you in a box
but your block won’t even miss you
she know that i ain’t sh+t, f+ck that b+tch and take my nikes off
ain’t no takin’ pics, i spite the night and take the sheisty off
grow up takin’ risks, ain’t ’bout the paper, bigger price envolved
early mornin’, nights was long, shootin’ sh+t just like lebron
ordinet, cousi blew trial, he still ain’t called yet
still get the work from my migo, price never off set
she know what i want, when i call her i come for all neck
see you n+ggas frontin’ like k!llers, but duckin’ all rec
i never could, ain’t gotta fake it, boy, i’m forever good
n+gga bit, i showed the others why they never should
leader by example, weak is getting trampled
dirty pistol on the mantle, be slammed by the candle, what’s up?

[chorus: snotty & pro dillinger]
money on the phone for my lil’ n+gga
you ain’t top gun, you stressin’ over lil’ figures
all i do is f+ck hoes and rock hilfiger
said all i do is pop rosé and smoke cals, n+gga
grown man, i ain’t gon’ call no n+gga big homie
still smokin’ sh+t, you know i keep the cig’ on me (uh)
all i do is clean whips, and dirty guns (yeah)
everything is blue, the thirtys and the ones
[verse 2: pro dillinger]
money on the phone for my lil’ phone (lil’ n+gga)
he caught another case selling pills, n+gga
i make music for the scummys and the real n+ggas
playin’ time muddle in my cleats, i’m in the field
n+gga know the play, let me quarterback and i’ma throw the fade
playin’ foul, holy, dirty guns, i love my throw+aways
ridin’ darts, body breakin’ down, i got shoulder pace
tryna sleep, havin’ nightmares, they don’t go away (uh)
grown man, i don’t call n0body big homie (nah)
big wrist, doing big business with a stick on me
pretty b+tches give me big kisses, lipstick on me
got the glow, got a lot of love and got a grip on me (got it on me, n+gga)
i got it poppin’, now the dollars makin’ sense (yeah)
but i’m in rocklin now and i been takin’ hits (takin’ hits)
i got to stop it now, ’cause i been takin’ risks
takin’ pics, signin’ autographs, n+ggas pray for this (pro)

[chorus: snotty]
money on the phone for my lil’ n+gga
you ain’t top gun, you stressin’ over lil’ figures
all i do is f+ck hoes and rock hilfiger
said all i do is pop rosé and smoke cals, n+gga
grown man, i ain’t gon’ call no n+gga big homie
still smokin’ sh+t, you know i keep the cig’ on me
all i do is clean whips, and dirty guns
everything is blue, the thirtys and the ones

- pro dillinger machacha lyrics

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