Lil Twon and Playa Gator - Bruh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
And I'm like
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh this nigga really
Actin' like he one of my lil' bitches
Tampon please 'cause he drippin'
Ten Twon trippin'
And a nigga chained on me man
'Cause he ain't fucked with me in a min huh, soundin' like a bitch
I ain't gotta prove to you shit
I'm just a nigga tryna get rich
So I'm like
Bruh (what?), bruh (fuck), bruh (fuck off my dick), bruh
Man I'm sick and tired of these weak minded niggas
Swearing I was makin' fun of, when I wasn't fuckin' with 'em
Ooh Twon get 'em
Y'all couldn't even write a nigga when a nigga had got locked up in the system
Who told you we were cool?
That's against a real nigga rules to be cool with a mothafuckin' fool
Killin' my mood
Man you better pray you never slippin' like you runnin' on the side of a pool, ha
Anyways, all you niggas irrelevant
18 runnin' game I deserve me a Letterman
Everybody love Twon 'cause the nigga intelligent
The know I spit the word like a group full of reverends
I'm killin' shit, doin' numbers arithmetic
I hear you talkin' but you got me bent like a prison bitch
This my life, why you act like you livin' it
And I ain't sayin' niggas back, I'm a new kind of syphilis
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
How many of y'all hoes wanna get down?
Like digested food I'm the shit now
Feelin' like a chopper with a hundred round
Spraying lyrical bullets and shutting all this shit down
Keep saying my name like a fuck nigga
Stupid girl text me, wanting me to fall in love with her
And it don't stop there dog I got a couple of 'em
Make a young nigga feel like he ain't say bruh, no
Woo, ain't that the truth
Why y'all mad, I'm in the booth
Tryna act sad, better get glad 'cause y'all whole trash like leftover food
Some of these bitches they really make you wanna slap the pits out of me
Hit her with two
But I know that's something I can't do
So I'm exposing them hoes in the booth
And I told you I'm colder than most of these dudes
I'm a boulder, a soldier, I'm harder than you
Gettin' closer and closer and ballin' on dudes
Hot as the sun, boy I'm fathering you
And I'm killin' shit in any situation
And I'm goin' in like penetration
I throw up both of my middle fingers
Fuck a nigga and a bitch hater
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Fuck niggas, they make me sick
Call me Al Green, low tolerance
And my style mean, I ain't borrow shit
Not Halloween, I got hollow tips
These niggas mad 'cause I ain't like them
I be shining bright and they light too dim
I get money, then I stack it up
Call Playa Gator, give it all to him
Ain't got time for no nonsense
You ready to sit down, get a blunt lit
I'm on with my cousin 'cause friends on that fuck shit
It ain't new to me, I stay true to me
All that fakery, you ain't foolin' me
I smoke Newports, you ain't KOOL to me
I be runnin' shit, I'ma rule and see
Bitch nigga check my dialogue
Steelo ain't come out a catalog
These niggas don't know who I am at all
And they mad how a young nigga make the call
I be posted up arm crossed on the wall
Watchin' these motherfuckers short to tall
Like bruh, bruh, bruh
Nigga I don't fuck with y'all
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, huh
Written by:
Alex Johnson, Carrington Brown, Denotez Blackshire, Edward Matthew, Jerome Antoine Johnson, Keithen Isaiah Foster, Michael Andrew Fogel
Publisher:
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