Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bro, artist - Childish Major. Album song Dirt Road Diamond, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Humility City
Song language: English
Bro |
Ma, you’re looking fine as hell in that Hilfiger |
I pay your bill wicked |
Pray your day fire |
Before we part ways, we repeat on that last night |
And it’s a great day |
Laugh when I motorboat, ride me like motorbike |
Been in the game, shit, and it’s halftime |
Thinking 'bout audibles, edibles, I’m ahead for you |
Wedding bells, lullabies, got me domesti-fied |
Every girl I had before this point was an improvise |
For love, I would struggle, optimistic 'bout a W |
All L’s get blown, I pray your ship don’t sail |
Another nigga scoop, man, that’ll give me hell |
Another nigga scoop, man, I’ma wish you well |
Throwin' pennies in the fountain, God caught me slippin' like Ezell |
Neck back, heart broke, not gettin' up, he fell |
It’s whatever though, love on another level |
Hugs, flowers, bears, and a letter too |
Signed your forever bro |
I’ma always, ayy |
You could be my, ayy |
You could do your thing |
I’ma do my, yeah, yeah |
It’s for my, ayy |
You could borrow, ayy |
Can you spend the night? |
Call tomorrow |
Hey, and you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby |
I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro |
And you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby |
I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro |
Ayy, like, like, title, ooh, tricky, ooh |
Sticky but I like you |
Past relations got me past the callin' |
And all the past of waitin', thinkin' I’m headed to altars |
I ain’t promising no fathers I’ma marry they daughters |
And I ain’t promising no mamas that I’m better than fathers |
That left too early, pulling up to graduations too late |
That pull up to all the weddings while they cutting the cake |
That decide to say they sorry when they battling fate |
Don’t say better, just do better |
Actions bigger the bang |
I can say one thing and do a whole 'nother thing |
Take your feet off the ground and put some trust in my wings |
Take your car out of park and put some trust in my lane |
Lay your head on my heart, it’s Henny and heart |
But truth spills when liquor and heart, showin' my cards |
Whatever though, love on another level |
Hugs, flowers, bears, and a letter too |
Signed your forever bro |
I’ma always, ayy |
You could be my, ayy |
You could do your thing |
I’ma do my, yeah, yeah |
It’s for my, ayy |
You could borrow, ayy |
Can you spend the night? |
Call tomorrow |
Hey, and you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby |
I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro |
And you don’t have to tell them folks you my baby |
I’ll be your bro, bro, bro, bro, bro |