| I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
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| I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another bid
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| Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
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| I can’t work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song
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| Got sick of losses, I hopped on my feet and made a name
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| Bitch, I won’t move in caution, wish a nigga would try snatch my chain
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| I popped out with the gang, but in real life, see, I move solo
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| He flexin' with that thang, I know that pussy boy won’t blow, though
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| The labels told me chill with all them guns 'cause I’m the future
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| Act like God behind that screen, I got some text for your computer
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| Fuck her, then pass her to my clique, see, that’s your bitch, hell yeah,
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| we use her
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| I don’t like to do no talkin', she start talkin', this dick mute her
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| Show appreciation, so I like to fuck a lot of fans
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| She a groupie, make a movie, then I put it to an end
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| i8, I really like to coast the Bimmer, I hopped to Costa Rica
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| Versace wrapped around my waist, can’t go back to my old demeanor
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| I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
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| I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another bid
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| Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
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| I can’t work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song
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| I was stuck, I’m stacking now, doubled up my baggage now
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| Rich or broke, I’m still gon' make sure I go send that package out
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| Can tell they hate to see me ball, all want me to fall down
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| Just drop your addy, we adressin' all the smoke today
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| Two-tone Cuban link, bitch I’m shinin', glisten
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| They hate on me, they fake to me, but I can’t do no bitchin'
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| Fuck my PO, I’m still geeked, that dumb ho know that I don’t listen
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| I feel like MJ, got my shooter by me, I’ma call him Pippen
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| Knew I was rich when I tried stuff my pockets, all four pockets rippin'
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| I came a long way, see my growth, I came a long way, I had hope
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| I let that white ho do that snow, then come and bust down on my pole
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| Know I’m a kid, but I feel grown 'cause I did so much on my own
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| Through that rain without no coat, and I still made it out so strong
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| I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
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| I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another bid
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| Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
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| I can’t work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song
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| You could say you real, I bet I still don’t trust your ass
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| Put scars inside my heart, so shit won’t change, bitch, it’s still fuck your ass
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| Bitch, you get bust for that, see where my brothers at, I know they slidin'
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| Orange flag wrapped around the Glock, it’s hard to hide, he let 'em fly
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| Heavy metal, my chain don’t jiggle
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| You say you goin' through some pain, well bitch, our pain is different
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| I been in the rain and then got saved, feel like I’m made for this one
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| In life, you either win or lose, I see what I’m gon' take from this one
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| Psych, bitch, I don’t take L’s, I know y’all wish a nigga would
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| I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
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| I had to slow down on them drugs, don’t wanna do another bid
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| Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I’m gone
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| I can’t work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Show My Brothers , by - YSN Flow. Song from the album Flow $ZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп