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£r mmf - big bro lil bro lyrics

[verse 1: c biz]
money marching i’m the man
couple commas in the bank
spray a n-gg- like a tan
giuseppe my kicks jackie chan
i got a woman named melanie
she suck my d-ck with the melody
pay attention like a [?]
m-ssaging my d-ck like a therapy
chilling smoking with my n-gg- ‘lo
f-cking b-tches like a gigolo
she want’s a dragon ball i’m piccolo
i turn your mrs to a bigger hoe
pharmacy, chemicals
have em spinnin’ like a merry-go
[?] enemies
keep a burner everywhere we go
tell you something that you didn’t know
i keep it £r everywhere we go
i stash a kilo with a crazy hoe
i do the physics like a miracle
digital, stereo
tell them play me on the radio
treble b-ss, devil face
put versace on my baby clothes
i play b-tches like a game
kelly rowland say my name
undertaker with the kane
betty crocker whipping cakes
alan sugar with the flame
i set fire to your brain
heavenly memory
with the vodka that’s the remedy

[bridge: c biz & m lo]
i put my money in bands
in the kitchen with the pans
money marching i’m the man
money marching to the bank
i put the kilo in cabs
bust the kilo into grams
i’m eating right cause i can
free my n-gg-s in the can

[verse 2: m lo]
we’re from kilburn yeah the south
we got diamonds in our mouth
we got things in a drought
are you getting in or getting out
i want money want it now
it ain’t funny f-ck a clown
bad b-tch with an -rs-
she give me head like a pound
don’t you be a c-cky fella
make ’em silent acapella
kitchen whippin’ like nigella
my names m lo it’s not trevor
yes i’m flyer than a feather
do what i want and whenever
me and biz me and biz
£r mmf forever
i do not f-ck with you amateurs
you man are not in our calibre
i package the food up like sandwiches
i send ’em away like a traveller
i’m hittin’ this new white ting but she back it up like she from africa
all you b-tches want a baby though
i pull it out buss on her camel toe
beat the [?]
want a problem you can let me know
hand tings, long tings
hit a n-gg- with a reticle
mama crying “he was innocent”
told em everything was relevant
roll around, skorpion
mortal kombat had to finish him

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