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Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah Brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Okay, I'm way too high, bitch, I'm gettin' too lit All around the world, niggas bluffin' on shit I can't complain, I feel like we it Ain't no stoppin' now, I gotta go get it Ain't talked to my mama, I'm hurtin' her feelings I think I need therapy, think I need healing I'm tapping my leg, my foot losing feeling Ain't takin' my meds, but fuck it, I'm chillin' I'm Cajh, lil' bitch, that's what it is Thankful for drugs that make me forget Hate that I'm stubborn, it's hard to forgive I don't like drinkin', that shit make me trip I just might flash, hit you in your shit When I get manic, I feel like I'm God Know that you lyin', see through your façade I stay with a scheme, I stay with a plot Lil' daddy, huh Ain't got no options, daddy Gotta get cookin', I gots to, daddy Letras de cancionesBoy, I be up in that spot with my daddy Do what I can for my city I claim AGCNCSF on the chain Sugar Free Nameless Collective the gang After I'm gone, all my brodies remain Jody have fun when I'm rubbin' the paint, bitch Die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Cross your fingers, throw 'em in the sky, brodie don't die, brodie don't die Big bro gon' let you know if that shit kosher or not If it is, we spark that shit and mix an eighth to the plot You know, you know I had to stop postin' a lot (That nigga don't need to know where I am) Y'all don't need to know where I am, that's how my niggas get popped (That nigga don't need to know where I live) That's how the money gets stopped, ballplayers get flopped (Y'all 'bout to go flop) My whip got ponies, boy, but my moves are like trot (Vroom, vroom, vroom) This my shot at the top, can use my brain or my— (What?) Either way, I'm gettin' paid and them boots gettin' knocked (Boots gettin' knocked) Brodie don't die, but my big brother die, so if I ever lie, that's for you to decide Mama don't cry and my granny senile, so if I get a milly, we all gettin' fly Baby, don't try, I'm just pissin' niggas off, goddamn, when I'm pissin' niggas off, I smile Brodie don't die, so if you ain't never paid me nothin', shut your mouth, better yet, shut your eyes Bounce From Letras Mania