Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reunited, artist - Lil Berete. Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reunited |
| I still miss my brothers |
| Use to love each other |
| Couple they went missing |
| So I pray until we reunite |
| I don’t know no better |
| I’m riding for my niggas wrong or right |
| Use to sleep on me I got it |
| Now my haters open eyes |
| Pockets full of cheese |
| She just wanna spend them dollar signs |
| No we not the same |
| Cause I’m tryna make them dollar signs |
| And I stay on flick |
| Use to love the streets |
| And I got money but still hanging around |
| Some felonies |
| Get it how you live I went and got it there’s so many ways |
| I lost my niggas to the cells they got too many days |
| And I won’t tell no lie, swear to god my life’s amazing |
| They say I missed my ride I took my time and made it safe |
| Couple they be plotting tryna crash me |
| Had to switch my lane |
| Told me you were riding |
| Took your time but now it’s kinda late |
| I keep my nine so fuck a fight |
| This ain’t no mma |
| I stuck around and took my problems |
| To the fuckin face |
| I still miss my brothers |
| Use to love each other |
| Couple they went missing |
| So I pray until we reunite |
| I don’t know no better |
| I’m riding for my niggas wrong or right |
| Use to sleep on me I got it |
| No my haters open eyes |
| Pockets full of cheese |
| She just wanna spend them dollar signs |
| No we not the same |
| Cause I’m tryna make them dollar signs |
| And I stay on flick |
| Use to love the streets |
| And I got money but still hanging around |
| Some felonies |
| They don’t want no smoke |
| If it’s smoke just let me know |
| Wake up in the morning |
| With some bread I ain’t talking toast |
| Hit the club with my man’s |
| We love to throw up all these bands yeah |
| Every other week she tryna come up with a plan |
| See the worst in the rain on my knees I’m steady praying |
| Every other week I’m seeing bodies in the grave yard |
| Remember momma told me ain’t nobody gon save us |
| You tweak with us we busting and my youngins make you famous |
| I still miss my brothers |
| Use to love each other |
| Couple they went missing |
| So I pray until we reunite |
| I don’t know no better |
| I’m riding for my niggas wrong or right |
| Use to sleep on me I got it |
| Now my haters open eyes |
| Pockets full of cheese |
| She just wanna spend them dollar signs |
| No we not the same |
| Cause I’m tryna make them dollar signs |
| And I stay on flick |
| Use to love the streets |
| And I got money but still hanging around |
| Some felonies |