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lirik lagu bro love – young garcia

[part l]

[intro: young garcia]
lui
sit down, sit down
boutta tell a story, me and james
sit down, sit down, sit down, mm uh
yeah, never leave some that was there for you, nah
yeah

[chorus: young garcia]
i’m talking bout’ bro love, think i’m boutta roll up
bro love, bro love, ay, ay
i’m talking bout’ bro love, think i’m boutta roll up
bro love, bro love, ay, ay

[skit 1]
gun shots

[part ll]

[intro: young garcia]
it’s just different
git, git
hmm, hmm
[verse 1: young garcia]
me and the guys, walking towards the street
see a toyota, ay, ay, ay
hearing the radio, blasting music
feel me, yeah
having a good time, yeah it’s time to speak up
thinking imma see a fan, so we looked at the gas station
ready to go to the dealer, ay, ay, ay
uh, gang love, gang love, gang love
uh, gang, love, gang love, gang love
ay

[verse 2: ngu 10]
a motherf*cker, fake f*ck love
bro love, ion f*ck with fake love
i only trust 3 n*ggas, that’s around huh
n*gga can’t f*ck with n*ggas, cause they got fake bucks
you’s a f*ck bum, ay
i might f*ck your b*tch until i cum, ion care about the system, b*tches dumb
b*tch i’m done, and that’s fake sh*t, n*ggas wanna talk sh*t
fake b*tch, type of a n*gga on the internet with the fake sh*t
yeah, um
but i’m used to it, can’t f*ck with you b*tch, cause you fake b*tch
it’s finna go down, cause you snitched
i can’t f*ck with yall, cause yall said you were b*tches
leave yo’ body in the ocean, where the fishes stay
lil b*tch, now you laying with the fishes lay
[verse 3: young garcia]
see my guy, he coming it the door
we see somebody, he got a pistol in his pocket
he about to send some shots yeah
so we is scared, went in the van and uh
and i panicked, wanna go home, cause i know my bro was about to send some shots
so i said “what’s happening”, and i got out the van, and they started shooting so i was like

[skit 2: young garcia & gang member]
yo what’s hannin’, whats hannin’
ayo, why you got a pistol, why you got a pistol, chill, chill, chill
gun shots

[verse 4: young garcia]
now i’m in the hospital, crying for my mom’s, knowing that shes dead
i just wanna see her, knowing that my brother just shot me
mom he shot me, he shot me
i thought we were brothers, but nah
you shot me bro, you shot me, ay
cut the beat, cut the beat

[skit 3: young garcia & young garcia’s brother]
hospital beeps
what’s wrong?
you shot me, whatcha mean whats wrong
i shot you?
man, how you ain’t know? you so high you can’t even tell what you doin’
you shot me, you shot your brother
like what is wrong with you?, i helped you, i did everything
and this is what you give me?
it’s gonna be ok
what do you mean it’s gonna be ok? i have blood coming out of my arm and it’s gonna be ok?
you ain’t my brother, you a b*tch
i swear bro, i didn’t mean to
you didn’t mean to? f*ck you
i ain’t tryna deal with this sh*t
then leave, get outta here, i’ll get someone to pay my hospital bills
f*ck you, hope you get shot
[skit 4: young garcia’s brother & his friend]
yo, whats up
what’s hannin’
i accidentally shot my brother garcia
you what?
i know, he needs some bread, to pay his hospital bills
ion got any bread on me right now, so.. we need to do a job
but, we haven’t done those in a long time, you know what happened to yo’ mom’s
well i need money
aight fine, i’ll call my bro to set this job up, anything specific?
i was thinking about a home, it’s gotta be a rich person though
aight i’ll think about it, meet me at my house tomorrow
bet

- young garcia

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