| Ma, you’re looking fine as hell in that Hilfiger
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| I pay your bill wicked
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| Pray your day fire
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| Before we part ways, we repeat on that last night
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| And it’s a great day
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| Laugh when I motorboat, ride me like motorbike
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| Been in the game, shit, and it’s halftime
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| Thinking 'bout audibles, edibles, I’m ahead for you
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| Wedding bells, lullabies, got me domesti-fied
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| Every girl I had before this point was an improvise
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| For love, I would struggle, optimistic 'bout a W
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| All L’s get blown, I pray your ship don’t sail
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| Another nigga scoop, man, that’ll give me hell
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| Another nigga scoop, man, I’ma wish you well
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| Throwin' pennies in the fountain, God caught me slippin' like Ezell
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| Neck back, heart broke, not gettin' up, he fell
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| It’s whatever though, love on another level
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| Hugs, flowers, bears, and a letter too
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| Signed your forever bro
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| I’ma always, ayy
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| You could be my, ayy
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| You could do your thing
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| I’ma do my, yeah, yeah
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| It’s for my, ayy
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| You could borrow, ayy
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| Can you spend the night?
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| Call tomorrow
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| Hey, and you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby
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| I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro
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| And you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby
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| I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro
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| Ayy, like, like, title, ooh, tricky, ooh
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| Sticky but I like you
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| Past relations got me past the callin'
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| And all the past of waitin', thinkin' I’m headed to altars
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| I ain’t promising no fathers I’ma marry they daughters
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| And I ain’t promising no mamas that I’m better than fathers
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| That left too early, pulling up to graduations too late
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| That pull up to all the weddings while they cutting the cake
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| That decide to say they sorry when they battling fate
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| Don’t say better, just do better
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| Actions bigger the bang
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| I can say one thing and do a whole 'nother thing
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| Take your feet off the ground and put some trust in my wings
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| Take your car out of park and put some trust in my lane
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| Lay your head on my heart, it’s Henny and heart
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| But truth spills when liquor and heart, showin' my cards
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| Whatever though, love on another level
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| Hugs, flowers, bears, and a letter too
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| Signed your forever bro
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| I’ma always, ayy
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| You could be my, ayy
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| You could do your thing
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| I’ma do my, yeah, yeah
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| It’s for my, ayy
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| You could borrow, ayy
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| Can you spend the night?
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| Call tomorrow
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| Hey, and you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby
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| I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro
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| And you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby
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| I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bro , by - Childish Major. Song from the album Dirt Road Diamond, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп