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rell vert - they brother not here lyrics

[intro]

[chorus]
i’m tryna drop a f+ckin’ opp, they tryna drop a diss
i look at my wrist and see i’m shinin’, n+gga it took a risk
to get like this, now all the bad ho’s on my d+ck
brand new fast car, it got drift
lil’ vert closet, it got drip
catch him lackin’, leave him stiff
where you goin’? b+tch come here
i got magic, disappear
he a ho, he in fear
i got rich in like a year
old b+tch stupid, drunk off beer
took off fast, this my year
they mad at us ’cause they brudda ain’t here

[verse 1]
if lil’ vert in there it’s bussin’ in there
hundred ho’s want to touch me in there
pass the b+tch to the [?]
i don’t like [?]
[?] his ass too many times, [?]
if they gettin’ caught, they gettin’ touched [?] them n+ggas
ran off when he died, shouldn’t have trusted them n+ggas [?]
we all [?] a diss
[?] give him a kiss
[?] could tell from my wrist
we step on sh+t, don’t miss
i got perfect aim, i’ll blow your brain
n+ggas died over some words, better watch what you sayin’
[chorus]
i’m tryna drop a f+ckin’ opp, they tryna drop a diss
i look at my wrist and see i’m shinin’, n+gga it took a risk
to get like this, now all the bad ho’s on my d+ck
brand new fast car, it got drift
lil’ vert closet, it got drip
catch him lackin’, leave him stiff
where you goin’? b+tch come here
i got magic, disappear
he a ho, he in fear
i got rich in like a year
old b+tch stupid, drunk off beer
took off fast, this my year
they mad at us ’cause they brudda ain’t here

[verse 2]
if i hit the b+tch [?]
79 my block [?] with them n+ggas
[?] die
[?] n+gga right to the sky
[?] my b+tches bi
[?]
[?] you that guy
[?] not shy
[?] don’t ask me why
f+ck [?] f+ck the trap
where would i be n+gga without rap?
[?] get back
[?] now he turned to a pack
[?] his music is wack
[chorus]
i’m tryna drop a f+ckin’ opp, they tryna drop a diss
i look at my wrist and see i’m shinin’, n+gga it took a risk
to get like this, now all the bad ho’s on my d+ck
brand new fast car, it got drift
lil’ vert closet, it got drip
catch him lackin’, leave him stiff
where you goin’? b+tch come here
i got magic, disappear
he a ho, he in fear
i got rich in like a year
old b+tch stupid, drunk off beer
took off fast, this my year
they mad at us ’cause they brudda ain’t here

- rell vert lyrics

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