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young bull - letter to my big bro كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(stuntman)
(ron_ron, do that sh_t)

[chorus: young bull]
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot

[verse 1: young bull]
mix the hi_tech red in the cream and the fanta
yeah, we call it swamp water
poured off a four, abusin’ drugs, i got a problem
big bank buddha, mr. foreign whip crasher
gone in sixty seconds, on the road, willie nelson
flu flam the b_tch, she ain’t bringin’ in my payment
thuggin’ in the county with the gang, kept it stitched lip
three years down, came home, kept it solid
silly billy, ice chilly with my jewels dancin’
chili baba mei ling, had to flu flam her
n_ggas speakin’ on your name and he gettin’ torched
shut a n_gga block down with this ar
rolls_royce dawn, n_ggas wasn’t f_ckin’ with you
fresh out, makin’ millions, how he do it to ’em?
too greedy stinc team, you forever with me
we know the truth, it’s undisputed
[chorus: young bull]
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot

[verse 2: blue pesos]
all these weird_ass n_ggas, don’t you hang around the cops?
we got the chops out, i know you hear that draco on his block
they ain’t thuggin’, let’s be honest, they don’t want it in the streets
had to crush his reese’s pieces since this n_gga think it’s sweet
had to strip him out sneaks, make it quick, he’s a pole dancer
aim for his neck and his knee, now he bow_legged
drakeo been the truth in the streets and this rap sh_t
stincs run la, we got the money and the fashion
the jewels and the b_tches, he’s a fool, is he kiddin’ me?
i heard them n_ggas really want smoke, we got plenty leaves
mopsticks draggin’ on the floor, we came with mr. clean
speakin’ on the ruler, we gon’ rinse his mouth with listerine
all my n_ggas carry bully breakers, committin’ good deeds
you ain’t really mud sippin’, bro, we know that’s fake lean
had him dumbfounded, gang and them woke him out his daydream
a life commitment if you wanna bang the stinc team
[chorus: young bull]
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot

[verse 3: duffy]
let’s go slide, i got drop, street sweepers and the mops
stop playin’ with that man, can’t the ruler get his props?
i’m a black belt, long live the don, a true sensei
if i see an opp, i’m shootin’ shots, i don’t pump fake, sh_t
it’s just a letter to my big bro
“dear drakeo, why you leave us? all these n_ggas hoes”
and they broke, we got all the diamonds and the gold
all that hidin’ gettin’ old, what is n_ggas on?
if you know, you know we violent, we can talk about it
b_tch, we been knew it was the stincs versus everybody
they know where we at, see if n_ggas come and trip
industry might come and get me for exposin’ all this weird sh_t
a lot of points in the streets, n_gga, that is not the same thing
see an opp in traffic, guarantee he gettin’ swiss cheesed
too greedy fam, get the bag, i got good genes
forever trippin’, sincerely the stinc team
[chorus: young bull]
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot
letter to my big bro, lord knows a n_gga miss you
load up them k’s, n_gga, we ain’t grabbin’ tissues
late nights and early mornings, we was thuggin’ on the block
thirty second nae on me, n_ggas run up, they get shot

- young bull

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