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realyungphil & evilgiane - big bro lyrics

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[intro]
evilgiane
surf gang

[chorus: realyungphil]
do this sh+t in my sleep like, what?
this sh+t beyond simple (d+mn)
see through these n+ggas like window (for real)
ain’t with the money, i get low (f+ck)
wait, i need a sh+t low (sh+t low)
and my circle so small like nickel (wait, what)
and you talk like the man, but you b+tch though (d+mn)
how you hatin’? you a fan of my sh+t though (f+ck)
really sonnin’ these n+ggas like big bro
you ain’t us, how you ain’t get the memo?
all that kidding, i should call you kiddo (d+mn)
my brother shoot, he don’t dribble (pew, pew)
these n+ggas pockets on little (f+ck, wait)
you can never catch me with ’em (run it up)

[verse: 1600j]
run up on me, like you dumb or what?
31 up throw me, ’til i come in clutch
no stick on me? hit him with upper cut
if you talkin’ money, that’s one thing i really love
i was really down bad, had to pick it up
why you posting them sticks? you ain’t cl!ckin’ nothin’
i ain’t cuffin’ no b+tch, just put d+ck in her
he don’t want issues, get put in predicaments
[verse: polo perks ˂3 ˂3 ˂3]
yeah, said he get it, but we get it quick
problem, tell him get the gl!cky the left one
i’m rockin ’08 bape, yeah, this sh+t from the pictures
jugg and finesse out of, yeah
jugg and finesse, my whole wishing idea, yeah
imported denims, she see that i’m different
i got a x on chest, this lean i’m sippin
(3500, surf gang)

[chorus: realyungphil]
do this sh+t in my sleep like, what?
this sh+t beyond simple (d+mn)
see through these n+ggas like window (for real)
ain’t with the money, i get low (f+ck)
wait, i need a sh+t low (sh+t low)
and my circle so small like nickel (wait, what)
and you talk like the man, but you b+tch though (d+mn)
how you hatin’? you a fan of my sh+t though (f+ck)
really sonnin’ these n+ggas like big bro
you ain’t us, how you ain’t get the memo?
all that kidding, i should call you kiddo (d+mn)
my brother shoot, he don’t dribble (pew, pew)
these n+ggas pockets on little (f+ck, wait)
you can never catch me with ’em (run it up)



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