Brotherly Love歌词
添加日期：2023-12-17 时长：03分55秒 歌手：Kay Flock
作词 : Arion Howard/Damien Beepat/Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon
作曲 : Arion Howard/Damien Beepat/Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon
[Intro: Dougie B]
(Glo made that beat?)
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, *****
Dummy
Niggas linking up (Everything K)
Get hit with them, killed 'em (Big EBK, Everything ****in' K)
**** who I see
Everything dead
Look
[Chorus: Dougie B]
Now it's deeper than rap
Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back
Stay with a Trend and the MACs in the back
Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (Grrt, baow)
Now it's deeper than rap
Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back
Stay with a Trend and the MACs in the back
Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrt-baow)
[Verse 1: Dougie B]
Batter up, I ain't talkin' no Nelly
Kay-Kay spot 'em, he pluck 'em like Skelly (Grrt, grrt)
Opps in the spot, then we 'bushin thе Telly (Baow, baow, baow)
U.E., thirty and better, no Chеvy
.30 and better, we leavin' 'em deady
Leave 'em bloody, he gushin', no jelly (Jelly)
Get you a gang and a gun, shit is heavy (Heavy)
EBK *****, I'm feelin' like Melly (Melly)
Look, catch Good Day, ***** that's doomsday
I shoot old heads too, get boomed (Like grrah-grrah-grrah-boom)
And tell Nay-Nay come shake up the room
Lil Gotti call thotty, that ***** is a smooch (That ***** is a smoochie)
I'm so high, I think I'm with Woo
Lay down on that 'Tussin, I think I'ma snooze (Like, like what?)
We keep knockers like this shit essential
.22 long rifles, these bullets like pencils
Homicide, bodies drop when we bend through
Jackin' SK, bullets rippin' his dental
Paramedics, they droppin' it silly
Beam on his back, ain't no runnin' like Ricky (Ricky)
Talkin' on bro, you gon' go out like Blizzy (Blizzy)
Scream DOA, and she poppin' her ***** (*****), poppin' her *****
Then back on that chain snatchin' (Like what?)
And still ain't a thing happen (Grrt-boom)
They keep speakin' on shit these niggas ain't do
Geek off the Xan', I go dumb with it too
He a fool with the deuce, he don't know what to do
Swear to god when I boom, better duck, better move (Grrah)
Wait, I catch a O, yeah (Grrah-grrah, boom)
.40 gon' knock off his whole head (Grrah-grrah, boom)
But the other side, they never outside
So we said **** it, we boom at the old heads
When I scream DOA it's a code red
And I put that on bro, we want all red
If they linkin' up, we smokin' all dead
I'ma say it again, we want all red (We want it all)
[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
That's on bro, when I up, better move (Better move)
With the deuce, I'ma fool, I go coo' (Coo')
.22 long rifle, shit long like a broom (Broom)
EBK *****, we don't pick and choose
If I slide and he run wit 'em, he gettin' boomed (Grrah, grrah)
I told AC, "Bro, watch what I do" (Like what?)
Spun through the 8, upped my fingers, they flew (They flew)
'Cause they know what I usually do, like (*****)
.30's or better when we spinnin' through (Go through)
If he up, ain't no tellin' me coo' (No coo')
And the way I went out for y'all, they wouldn't do (They didn't)
That's on bro, I went dumb wit' a deuce
So, don't question my loyalty, nigga, you fu' (You fake)
I ain't dissin', but this shit is true (Like facts)
Ain't gon' speak on how many I threw (Like grrah)
They gon' act but they know what I do like (Grrah-grrah, baow)
They say, "Kay you be buggin', just pass on" (Pass on)
First one I see, he get packed off (Packed off)
Dougie B catchin' alley's off backboards
I threw ten, Dougie let off the last four (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, better run, 'cause I shoot with no sympathy (Sympathy)
DOA *****, I'm dumpin' on anything (*****)
[Verse 3: Dougie B & Kay Flock]
Legs on my body, I feel like a centipede
We get muddy, I tell her, "Don't Henny me"
Wastin' my time on a *****, are you kiddin' me? (Like what?)
I ain't cuffin' her, like she'll milli' me
Niggas chattin', they diss on the internet
No, we not into that, not with the chitter chat
Sixty-two shots, I'ma knock off his fitted cap (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Be with them, show no remorse, ***** I'm flockin' that
Self-made, just tryna get paid (Like what?)
I'ma get it, it ain't no debate
Forever ten toes, I'ma always be great
I go broke, that's on God, I'ma take (On bro)
Baby, **** wit a Flocka, bend over
Show no remorse, bullets shakin' her shoulders
Break her phone if that ***** try to post us (What?)
DTB telly, for sessions we poled up like (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And forever JB, we gon' go dumb
Me and Dougz rappin', I hope that we blow up
[Verse 4: B-Lovee]
If he screamin' out Gz, I'ma throw 'em (Grrah)
Bullets so big, hit his car, it might blow up (Grrah-grrah)
On the 'Gram he be pickin' them poles up
Caught 'em in traffic and that nigga froze up (Nigga froze)
Like, nigga talkin' **** he wanna do? (Like what?)
Oh, he chill with them opp niggas too? (Shoot the opps)
He better not be there when I come to 'oot (Grrah)
Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it too
**** that, he get dropped wit' 'em too
When we bend through, we brung a thot with us to (We brung a thot)
Do a drill, put the knock's in her boot (Knock's in her boot)
All for bro, he get shot actin' cool (Like what?)
They could suck a **** if they not feelin' me (What?)
Call up Kay, he gon' slide with artillery (Grrah-grrah)
Dougz in the back with a beam on the lemon-squeeze
Get caught outta bounds and I won't show no sympathy (No sympathy)
Lil' thottie, I love how she lickin' me (Love how she lickin' me )
But if she tryna line me, I'm lettin' this semi squeeze (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas goofy, they hangin' with rats (They hangin' with snitches)
When you see me, don't give me a dap (Don't give me a pound)
Free all the goons, I can't wait 'til they back (Wait 'til they home)
Niggas better just stay where they at (Stay where you at)
And you better not false an attack (Like)
Brodie up pole, put your brains on your lap (Like what?)
Off the muddy, ain't no lovey-dovey (No dovey)
He move wocky, that boy catch a sluggie
Step in the party, these *****es they love me (They love me)
Off the muddy, my vision is blurry
I'm not worried, bro shoot in a hurry (I'm not worried)
I'm not worried, he shoot like he Curry (Like Curry)
Glock's with extensions, this shit holdin' thirty (I shot a what?)
Catch a opp and this shit gon' get dirty (Shit'll get muddy)
[Outro: Dougie B]
Everything dead, grrt, baow编辑于2023/12/17更新
作曲 : Arion Howard/Damien Beepat/Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon
[Intro: Dougie B]
(Glo made that beat?)
Gang, gang, gang
Everything dead, *****
Dummy
Niggas linking up (Everything K)
Get hit with them, killed 'em (Big EBK, Everything ****in' K)
**** who I see
Everything dead
Look
[Chorus: Dougie B]
Now it's deeper than rap
Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back
Stay with a Trend and the MACs in the back
Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (Grrt, baow)
Now it's deeper than rap
Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back
Stay with a Trend and the MACs in the back
Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrt-baow)
[Verse 1: Dougie B]
Batter up, I ain't talkin' no Nelly
Kay-Kay spot 'em, he pluck 'em like Skelly (Grrt, grrt)
Opps in the spot, then we 'bushin thе Telly (Baow, baow, baow)
U.E., thirty and better, no Chеvy
.30 and better, we leavin' 'em deady
Leave 'em bloody, he gushin', no jelly (Jelly)
Get you a gang and a gun, shit is heavy (Heavy)
EBK *****, I'm feelin' like Melly (Melly)
Look, catch Good Day, ***** that's doomsday
I shoot old heads too, get boomed (Like grrah-grrah-grrah-boom)
And tell Nay-Nay come shake up the room
Lil Gotti call thotty, that ***** is a smooch (That ***** is a smoochie)
I'm so high, I think I'm with Woo
Lay down on that 'Tussin, I think I'ma snooze (Like, like what?)
We keep knockers like this shit essential
.22 long rifles, these bullets like pencils
Homicide, bodies drop when we bend through
Jackin' SK, bullets rippin' his dental
Paramedics, they droppin' it silly
Beam on his back, ain't no runnin' like Ricky (Ricky)
Talkin' on bro, you gon' go out like Blizzy (Blizzy)
Scream DOA, and she poppin' her ***** (*****), poppin' her *****
Then back on that chain snatchin' (Like what?)
And still ain't a thing happen (Grrt-boom)
They keep speakin' on shit these niggas ain't do
Geek off the Xan', I go dumb with it too
He a fool with the deuce, he don't know what to do
Swear to god when I boom, better duck, better move (Grrah)
Wait, I catch a O, yeah (Grrah-grrah, boom)
.40 gon' knock off his whole head (Grrah-grrah, boom)
But the other side, they never outside
So we said **** it, we boom at the old heads
When I scream DOA it's a code red
And I put that on bro, we want all red
If they linkin' up, we smokin' all dead
I'ma say it again, we want all red (We want it all)
[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
That's on bro, when I up, better move (Better move)
With the deuce, I'ma fool, I go coo' (Coo')
.22 long rifle, shit long like a broom (Broom)
EBK *****, we don't pick and choose
If I slide and he run wit 'em, he gettin' boomed (Grrah, grrah)
I told AC, "Bro, watch what I do" (Like what?)
Spun through the 8, upped my fingers, they flew (They flew)
'Cause they know what I usually do, like (*****)
.30's or better when we spinnin' through (Go through)
If he up, ain't no tellin' me coo' (No coo')
And the way I went out for y'all, they wouldn't do (They didn't)
That's on bro, I went dumb wit' a deuce
So, don't question my loyalty, nigga, you fu' (You fake)
I ain't dissin', but this shit is true (Like facts)
Ain't gon' speak on how many I threw (Like grrah)
They gon' act but they know what I do like (Grrah-grrah, baow)
They say, "Kay you be buggin', just pass on" (Pass on)
First one I see, he get packed off (Packed off)
Dougie B catchin' alley's off backboards
I threw ten, Dougie let off the last four (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Like, better run, 'cause I shoot with no sympathy (Sympathy)
DOA *****, I'm dumpin' on anything (*****)
[Verse 3: Dougie B & Kay Flock]
Legs on my body, I feel like a centipede
We get muddy, I tell her, "Don't Henny me"
Wastin' my time on a *****, are you kiddin' me? (Like what?)
I ain't cuffin' her, like she'll milli' me
Niggas chattin', they diss on the internet
No, we not into that, not with the chitter chat
Sixty-two shots, I'ma knock off his fitted cap (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Be with them, show no remorse, ***** I'm flockin' that
Self-made, just tryna get paid (Like what?)
I'ma get it, it ain't no debate
Forever ten toes, I'ma always be great
I go broke, that's on God, I'ma take (On bro)
Baby, **** wit a Flocka, bend over
Show no remorse, bullets shakin' her shoulders
Break her phone if that ***** try to post us (What?)
DTB telly, for sessions we poled up like (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And forever JB, we gon' go dumb
Me and Dougz rappin', I hope that we blow up
[Verse 4: B-Lovee]
If he screamin' out Gz, I'ma throw 'em (Grrah)
Bullets so big, hit his car, it might blow up (Grrah-grrah)
On the 'Gram he be pickin' them poles up
Caught 'em in traffic and that nigga froze up (Nigga froze)
Like, nigga talkin' **** he wanna do? (Like what?)
Oh, he chill with them opp niggas too? (Shoot the opps)
He better not be there when I come to 'oot (Grrah)
Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it too
**** that, he get dropped wit' 'em too
When we bend through, we brung a thot with us to (We brung a thot)
Do a drill, put the knock's in her boot (Knock's in her boot)
All for bro, he get shot actin' cool (Like what?)
They could suck a **** if they not feelin' me (What?)
Call up Kay, he gon' slide with artillery (Grrah-grrah)
Dougz in the back with a beam on the lemon-squeeze
Get caught outta bounds and I won't show no sympathy (No sympathy)
Lil' thottie, I love how she lickin' me (Love how she lickin' me )
But if she tryna line me, I'm lettin' this semi squeeze (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas goofy, they hangin' with rats (They hangin' with snitches)
When you see me, don't give me a dap (Don't give me a pound)
Free all the goons, I can't wait 'til they back (Wait 'til they home)
Niggas better just stay where they at (Stay where you at)
And you better not false an attack (Like)
Brodie up pole, put your brains on your lap (Like what?)
Off the muddy, ain't no lovey-dovey (No dovey)
He move wocky, that boy catch a sluggie
Step in the party, these *****es they love me (They love me)
Off the muddy, my vision is blurry
I'm not worried, bro shoot in a hurry (I'm not worried)
I'm not worried, he shoot like he Curry (Like Curry)
Glock's with extensions, this shit holdin' thirty (I shot a what?)
Catch a opp and this shit gon' get dirty (Shit'll get muddy)
[Outro: Dougie B]
Everything dead, grrt, baow编辑于2023/12/17更新
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