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slim 400 - bruisin lyrics

[hook]
back to the brans
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s

[verse 1: slim 400]
bruisin’ in my rag top on d’s
hitter on the front got the pistol on scr-pe
[?] in the back and he rolling up a [?]
bout to hit the [?] so we can knock us a b
had to flash on a n-gg- then he skirted out
that’s that l.a. sh-t, you know i’m talking about
n-gg- i’m a rep where i’m from, ain’t not b-tching out
make em lean like a cholo when this gun is out
my real vatos with the biz, i’m at they family’s house
sippin’ on coronas on they couch when i’m thuggin’ out
slim 4 got h-lla clout, so what’s this you talkin’ bout?
it really mean nothing when i’m all they talk about
i really get dough and that’s something you’re not about
and me being broke that is something i won’t allow, aye
times get hard, got the world in my hands
european wheels headed back to the brans
[hook]
back to the brans
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s
bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’, bruisin’
just me & my n-gg-s

[verse 2: yg]
i’m bruisin’ down brans in a benz
just left the block i’m trynna make it to the 1-10
red lights i don’t f-ck with them
never wanna be a victim of a “oh that’s him”
them yellow lights i zoom past [?]
cause if i stop they got time to -ssume that’s him
them green lights that mean everything a go
these hoes go, this money go like bullets out this fo’
summertime in cali got it made so you strap it up
(ay ay b-tch where you goin’? hop in the car)
these n-gg-s be stealing my appeal, i be mad as f-ck
this swag i got is contagious
that’s why i don’t shake hands i dap it up
i ran to the block when they was trying to save me
my plan worked, i’m a million dollar baby
but f-ck it, i’m bout to put the benz on d’s
and you know i ain’t lying when i put it on beats

[verse 3: sad boy loko]
bruisin’ down the street in my six o
sippin’ on a michelada while my henny gets cold
you should know when i roll, g i’m up to something
windows down system low, i ain’t trynna b-mp it
turn right cause left might make you wait
on these streets it [?] falls everyone’s out to play
no rewind if you die, so i’m going fast forward
i was young bruisin’ street looking over both shoulders
nothing changed still bruise at the same block
yes i paid for my rims, no they ain’t hot
driving in the ghetto, the streets i was raised in
smoking getting high, like a godd-mn jamaican
3 girls side to side i could even pancake it
leave hoes in your face looking like jason
sippin’ on my henny i can’t even chase it
ever try and wonder i will demonstrate it
sh-t..

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