Latin nigga with a rapper flow
Im bagging dro from the 510
All the way to flo
Gotta get my dough
Nigga f*ck the hoes
Love can't be showed
Rest in peace my uncle joe
I said it before and imma say it more
Sip some
Syrup poured
Driving
I just left sycamore
Flying
We living like animals
On beats I'm hannibal
There is no antidote
I do not save a roach
8ths everytime i roll
No plates
Im fleeing toll
Mv my people hoe
We only smoke the dope
Can't sit around and mope
About being broke
I got better shit to do
My tape bout drop by the 2s
Im from concord
Its a small view
Free saia
My g be cool
I don't got friends
I could lose
My loyalty been proved
DONT TEST MY CREW
We'll come for you
Like Germany did the jews
Up in my city we shoot
I aint talking bout hoop
Keep ya mouth mute
Kushons my group
We the kings of the 9 deuce
Y'all them niggas hiding the truth
I know niggas thats banging blue
Also know niggas banging piru
They yell suuuuuuuop
If they drive thru
Strapped up like bye dude!
Snitching on niggas a bad move
I will not try it
I'll lie rude
I'm about work till i conclude
I don't remember
Y'all fake fools
Y'all get no reds
You get attention for what you do
And i been doing
What i have to do
Don't tell me i owe you
I wrecked the whip cuz my tire blew
Money down the drain like shampoo
I'll bounce back soon
With this vacuum
Gloves on grinding in june
Y'all niggas doomed with your autotune
I spit fumes in studio rooms up late like the moon
Imma goon
I put tunes in tombs
Klebb - Brazil Lyrics
Klebb - Brazil Lyrics
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Latin nigga with a rapper flow
Im bagging dro from the 510
All the way to flo
Gotta get my dough
Nigga f*ck the hoes
Love can't be showed
Rest in peace my uncle joe
I said it before and imma say it more
Sip some
Syrup poured
Driving
I just left sycamore
Flying
We living like animals
On beats I'm hannibal
There is no antidote
I do not save a roach
8ths everytime i roll
No plates
Im fleeing toll
Mv my people hoe
We only smoke the dope
Can't sit around and mope
About being broke
I got better shit to do
My tape bout drop by the 2s
Im from concord
Its a small view
Free saia
My g be cool
I don't got friends
I could lose
My loyalty been proved
DONT TEST MY CREW
We'll come for you
Like Germany did the jews
Up in my city we shoot
I aint talking bout hoop
Keep ya mouth mute
Kushons my group
We the kings of the 9 deuce
Y'all them niggas hiding the truth
I know niggas thats banging blue
Also know niggas banging piru
They yell suuuuuuuop
If they drive thru
Strapped up like bye dude!
Snitching on niggas a bad move
I will not try it
I'll lie rude
I'm about work till i conclude
I don't remember
Y'all fake fools
Y'all get no reds
You get attention for what you do
And i been doing
What i have to do
Don't tell me i owe you
I wrecked the whip cuz my tire blew
Money down the drain like shampoo
I'll bounce back soon
With this vacuum
Gloves on grinding in june
Y'all niggas doomed with your autotune
I spit fumes in studio rooms up late like the moon
Imma goon
I put tunes in tombs
Im bagging dro from the 510
All the way to flo
Gotta get my dough
Nigga f*ck the hoes
Love can't be showed
Rest in peace my uncle joe
I said it before and imma say it more
Sip some
Syrup poured
Driving
I just left sycamore
Flying
We living like animals
On beats I'm hannibal
There is no antidote
I do not save a roach
8ths everytime i roll
No plates
Im fleeing toll
Mv my people hoe
We only smoke the dope
Can't sit around and mope
About being broke
I got better shit to do
My tape bout drop by the 2s
Im from concord
Its a small view
Free saia
My g be cool
I don't got friends
I could lose
My loyalty been proved
DONT TEST MY CREW
We'll come for you
Like Germany did the jews
Up in my city we shoot
I aint talking bout hoop
Keep ya mouth mute
Kushons my group
We the kings of the 9 deuce
Y'all them niggas hiding the truth
I know niggas thats banging blue
Also know niggas banging piru
They yell suuuuuuuop
If they drive thru
Strapped up like bye dude!
Snitching on niggas a bad move
I will not try it
I'll lie rude
I'm about work till i conclude
I don't remember
Y'all fake fools
Y'all get no reds
You get attention for what you do
And i been doing
What i have to do
Don't tell me i owe you
I wrecked the whip cuz my tire blew
Money down the drain like shampoo
I'll bounce back soon
With this vacuum
Gloves on grinding in june
Y'all niggas doomed with your autotune
I spit fumes in studio rooms up late like the moon
Imma goon
I put tunes in tombs
Writer: Klebber Machado
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