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lirik lagu i luv the bros – lilbuckss

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[intro]
f*ckin’ go, go
cck in this b*tch
cck, n*gga

[verse]
mike amiri, chrome heart, b*tch, i’m a big spinner (i’m a big spinner)
i done took so many perc’s, can’t even eat my dinner (i can’t eat)
broski told, “fall back off them perc’s, they gon’ eat your liver” (eat your body)
beat him to the crib, he made it home but meet the switch, n*gga (boaw, boaw, boaw)
free guys, free the opps too (free the opps)
when i get that bag, my brothers ap, i do mine too (i do mine)
n*ggas keep askin’ around, you know who shot you (who clapped you)
if his man wasn’t in them jails, he would’ve died too (he would’ve checked)
i just pray for pistol p, i hope he beat them murders (beat them bodies)
everytime they take it far, you know we took it furthest (you know who did it)
i just wanna f*ck a opp b*tch, i don’t wanna hurt her (i don’t want)
but if the opp b*tch on our sh*t then we gon’ have to, shh (we gon’ have to, shh)
but i don’t want, shh, i just wanna get rich and sh*t on my opps (go)
what happened to the bull, shh, we left him at that stop
a o*p*p thought he was safe because he moved his spot (moved his spot)
we had made him mad so then he kicked her out (he kicked the b*tch out)
you know the [?] had got him cooked for thinkin’ with his c*ck (f*ckin’ dummy)
you n*gga trippin’, i shoot first, i’m thinkin’ with my glock (boaw, boaw, boaw)
i went on route with one of the guys, he not even from my block (he not even from here)
but i know that he gon’ do the same, that’s why i love my drivers (i love that n*gga)
i try not to think about the guys, it get me in my feelings (it made me sad)
how you still tryna rap but doin’ all this k!llin’? (n*ggas k!llin’)
switch go off, he grabbed his legs, n*gga thought i tripped him (his ass)
them n*ggas all surprised because his movie ended (come here)
bucks, how the f*ck you perc’d up with all that energy? (i’m perc’d up)
p*ssy boy, i’ma crash the party, claim you tgg (claim you)
hit him in his head so many times, he got no memories
1800 get a n*gga wacked, he ain’t no friends of me (that n*gga not my man)
cook a n*gga from both sides, that’s what your man for
bullets go through cars so what you puttin’ up your hands for? (oh, sh*t)
n*gga dropped his lo’, we put his license out like a landlord
n*ggas nowadays ain’t got no morals, what you stand for? (what you stand for, n*gga?)
[outro]
what the f*ck you stand for?
n*gga, he got no morals, he ain’t my man
go, cck in this b*tch
backseat boys, it’s a green light
in cck we trust, n*gga

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