Letra de Bro Die
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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
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
Boy, 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
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
Boy, 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
