Paroles de la chanson Show My Brothers par YSN Flow

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Paroles de la chanson Show My Brothers par YSN Flow

I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don't wanna do another bid
Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I'm gone
I can't work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song

Got sick of losses, I hopped on my feet and made a name
Bitch, I won't move in caution, wish a nigga would try snatch my chain
I popped out with the gang, but in real life, see, I move solo
He flexin' with that thang, I know that pussy boy won't blow, though

The labels told me chill with all them guns 'cause I'm the future
Act like God behind that screen, I got some text for your computer
Fuck her, then pass her to my clique, see, that's your bitch, hell yeah, we use her
I don't like to do no talkin', she start talkin', this dick mute her
Show appreciation, so I like to fuck a lot of fans
She a groupie, make a movie, then I put it to an end
i8, I really like to coast the Bimmer, I hopped to Costa Rica
Versace wrapped around my waist, can't go back to my old demeanor

I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live

I had to slow down on them drugs, don't wanna do another bid
Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I'm gone
I can't work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song

I was stuck, I'm stacking now, doubled up my baggage now
Rich or broke, I'm still gon' make sure I go send that package out
Can tell they hate to see me ball, all want me to fall down
Just drop your addy, we adressin' all the smoke today
Two-tone Cuban link, bitch I'm shinin', glisten
They hate on me, they fake to me, but I can't do no bitchin'

Fuck my PO, I'm still geeked, that dumb ho know that I don't listen
I feel like MJ, got my shooter by me, I'ma call him Pippen
Knew I was rich when I tried stuff my pockets, all four pockets rippin'
I came a long way, see my growth, I came a long way, I had hope
I let that white ho do that snow, then come and bust down on my pole
Know I'm a kid, but I feel grown 'cause I did so much on my own
Through that rain without no coat, and I still made it out so strong

I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don't wanna do another bid

Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I'm gone
I can't work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song

You could say you real, I bet I still don't trust your ass
Put scars inside my heart, so shit won't change, bitch, it's still fuck your ass
Bitch, you get bust for that, see where my brothers at, I know they slidin'
Orange flag wrapped around the Glock, it's hard to hide, he let 'em fly
Heavy metal, my chain don't jiggle
You say you goin' through some pain, well bitch, our pain is different
I been in the rain and then got saved, feel like I'm made for this one

In life, you either win or lose, I see what I'm gon' take from this one
Psych, bitch, I don't take L's, I know y'all wish a nigga would

I wanna put my brothers on and let them see the way I live
I had to slow down on them drugs, don't wanna do another bid
Weekly flights straight out to Cali, know my girl hate when I'm gone
I can't work no nine-to-five, bitch, I get paid to make a song

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