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talibando & veeze - brothers only lyrics

[intro: veeze]
gang, yeah

[verse 1: veeze]
even though i still ain’t drop, i still don’t see me pullin’ off
white lights on me, i just took g6, so i’m still booted up
she know that i’m runnin’ game, but no cap, i still bag it up
bro say he goin’ maybach truck, big house like we senators
i might do voodoo on your b+tch, make her don’t remember you (okay)
today, i’m gon’ get fresh, go to qc, take p. diddy girl (naw)
i just f+cked a thot so good, she don’t wanna be a city girl
i just made ten thousand, i didn’t even get off my la+z+boy
walk up in the bank like, “hi, my name is,” that’s my shady voice
sh+t i might go bentley truck, big house like we senators
youngins, i inspire them, labels want my signaturе
she’s a s+xy liar, say it’s mine, i know i’m rеntin’ it
i’m a f+ckin’ snake, they cut the grass, but i’m still in this b+tch
servin’ all these beans to the white fiends, it got us n+gga rich
capital letter p, i take your b+tch and make her kiss a b+tch
i done k!lled the game, this ain’t rap, sh+t, this a eulogy
since an early age, ran the streets like wallo do his speech
hangin’ out the window throwin’ glock, drivin’ with my knee
give me and my partner alone time, we need privacy
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, that’s how them foreigns leaving onyx be
worst, worst, worst, i’m sorry, b+tch, don’t do apologies
man, these n+ggas lame, n+ggas green, look like some broccoli
i’m with brothers only, with my brothers like the isleys
[verse 2: talibando]
i told the b+tch if she get me, she hit the lottery
all my old hoes in my dm, they say they proud of me
we just got a pint sealed up, let’s take the panties off
i ain’t practicin’ no safe s+x, i’m tryna drink it raw
trappers turned rap stars, we takin’ off like nasa
the money comin’ by the load, let’s bust it out the plastic
plottin’ on me a mansion
no matter how you flip ’em, my bread come fresh like a sandwich
stack it up like tetris
ask about us, we treacherous
they throw you in the water, eat you up like we piranhas
she want some ruth chris, she tired of eating at mcdonalds
got a ho like tyra banks, america’s next top model
so many shots in the hood, they wanna put up shotspotters
got a spot that sell top+notch dog, rottweilers
i need a dawn, pull up just me and a dime, no roof
i don’t believe n+ggas’ trap stories, where’s y’all proof?
the hundreds come all blue
life good, spark a ‘wood, i done made it out the hood
in the kitchen workin’ with the white girl, martha stewart
i’m on tour, i’m a tourist, grow the money like a florist
catch a n+gga slippin’, hit his blind side, michael oher him
it’s a game of arms, n+gga, get your wrist up
brought his ho around the big dogs, got his b+tch took
pulled up in a big body, n+gga, you can’t miss us
freaky lil’ b+tch, she tryna eat the d+ck on finsta
she want me to put my chains on, know i got a bankroll
i’ma get this dough, boy, for life, i ain’t payroll
eatin’ tacos with my mexicano, talkin’ ’bout the pesos
rock & rye, n+gga, get him popped like a faygo

- talibando veeze lyrics

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