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xanman - brothers lyrics

[intro: xanman]
i’m off the drugs, i hope it never ends
i got your b#tch and we best of friends

[hook: xanman]
i want the audi or porsche
i got a bad b#tch, she torch
lil junkie, got the zips from up north
i said f#ck the trap house, i trap out of resorts
how he a shooter, he making reports
how that lil n#gga trappin’ he playing sports
i got a bag of them xans in
backdoor the plug, we ran in
we leave him at where he standing
i took a perc now i’m cramping
i call up skoop, he jammin’
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walk down, ima slide for my brothers
go to war, we gon die for eachother
i ain’t gon ever fold, i do time for my brothers
n#gga’s be fake trappin’, these n#ggas not hustlers
i got a chopper, i let it sing young thugger

[verse 1: xanman]
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i ain’t quavo, he ain’t taking my chain
all of these n#ggas they lame to you
fall in the trap with the same dudes
i don’t love you, i don’t hate you
but please don’t act like i need you
we should see some other people
these n#ggas love you when they need you
all of my (?)
standard on me (?)
backdoor the plug like the housing inspector
ar send him to heaven
i seen my father leave, i was seven
two glocks tucked, we ain’t wrecking
glock 23 with a stick in the dresser
walk down, i’m guissepe steppin’

[verse 2: lil junkie]
i’m jugging, i’m jugging, i’m jugging, i’m jugging
packs in get them off in abundant
working the scale, i bagged 4200
give a f#ck ‘bout a b#tch, ‘cause a young n#gga thumbing
and we getting straight to the cash
bro called me copped the extended mag
hit off at the light, skirt off do the dash
rip presure, i can’t f#ck with them xans
lil junkie i’m trappin, i’m tryna make a million
momma told me i keep hurting her feelings
extensions and glocks, so my young n#ggas drilling
i guess the opps man, i swear ain’t with it
first pound, bust down in the kitchen
red beam and we aiming at fittings
perc 30 got a young n#gga itching
i pray to god watch over me
i’m taking chances in these f#cking streets
xd with the lemon squeeze
my momma keep tryna get rid of me
these n#ggas ain’t feeling my energy
16 copped a quarter p
no silencer i let that .40 speak
to set him up, b#tch i need a fee
lil junkie in these f#cking streets

- xanman lyrics

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