BrothaBilly - Brooklyn Brotha

That's my Brooklyn brotha
Now I cook with the butter
Told you stay away from them them ugly boys
Yes I be from yonkers ain't no Brooklyn boy
We from two different cities that's my Brooklyn brother
Was cooking with the oil now I cook with the butter
Thought you was my boy now we don't trust each other
Keep on fighting on we gone make it all together
Using all my time right don't need to show no bezel
Wait this part don't make sense it all go together
Don't you think I need lenses see my vision better
Can we hear the hook again ain't ready for the setup
I could make a shot too yea but mine be wetter
Why you praying all the time five time for my master
Oh you got a bachelors no I got my masters
Whip it with the mustard can't forgot the ketchup
I can't see the competition no I think you left them
Got to keep the pace up was eating good kessel
They hate me I'm faster shocked the world like tesla
I might need some backup pray to my lord my backup
Make more bread the tax up
Broke her heart you messed up
And the rug the from persia
I'm killing the beat might burn up
Told you stay away from them them ugly boys
Yes I be from yonkers ain't no Brooklyn boy
We from two different cities that's my Brooklyn brother
Was cooking with the oil now I cook with the butter
Thought you was my boy now we don't trust each other
Keep on fighting on we gone make it all together
Using all my time right don't need to show no bezel
Wait this part don't make sense it all go together
All go together
Ain't no Brooklyn boy, that's Brooklyn brother
Now I cook with the butter

Written by:
Nabil El Achraoui

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