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ricch kayo – letter to my bruddas كلمات اغاني

[intro]
told that bih “can’t love no hoe, i love my brothers only”
n_ggas see i got them bands, and now they b_tches on me
its only the bros around, ain’t no new hoes around
i keep my pole around (destroy)

[verse]
i love my brothers fasho
got me [?] and i know that’s fasho
we got the band, need a whole lotta mo’
we got the drank, need a whole lotta mo’
smokin’ on za, we don’t smoke on the dro
we love the finer things
this is not hollister on me, no n_gga
these are designer jeans
knowin’ that i’m a designer fiend
just scored on the drank fasho, yeah
n_gga i’m sippin’ on codeine
i’m so high that i’m d_mn near floating
letter to my brothers, if they love me
then i love you back
shoot at me and we shootin’ back
my momma just told me i’m up, but i already knew that
i just scored for like, eight bands, but i already blew that
[?] blue_black, these n_ggas be cap like two hats
i’m tryin’ to cop a new [?]
we get them racks by the double
you know that they comin’ in
my brother, my brother, my brother
my brother, my brother, my brother
if i say i love you, you know that i love you yeah (yeah yeah)
i love you, i love you, i love you yeah (yeah yeah)
i know my brother, he will never cross me
top floor, n_gga, this boss sh_t
he talkin’ down on the gang
that sh_t get yo’ mans hit
i put the skinny jeans on, to see if my bands fit
[?] high, can’t see where i’m landin’
i’m tryin’ to put my momma in a mansion
[?] drank but it [?]
me and my brother gon’ walk him down
the b_tch so lost and she can’t be found
we just gon’ give him a face shot
they know we up and they not
we came up from the mud, when we was workin’ a lot
but now we up as f_ck, they know that we havin’ a lot
these n_ggas be cappin’ a lot
tell my brother the truth, won’t tell him no lie
i get so high that i got red eyes
i’ma go hop in that redeye
talk down on the gang, he a dead guy
b_tch, i’m gettin’ top fasho
they know its my man fasho
and we gon’ [?] out them bands fasho
ain’t no new friends around, no new n_ggas around
brand new glock, got a whole lotta rounds
brand new glock, make a whole lotta sounds
i be so high that i can’t comprehend
if she not tryin’ to f_ck, then i f_ck on her friend
i’m sippin’ on codeine, he sippin’ juice and gin
me and my brother used to share clothes
now we sharin’ hoes, can’t go back to the old days
just imagine those, yeah, yeah yeah
[outro]
uh_uh, uh_uh, uh, uh_uh

- ricch kayo

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