- Brotha Man 歌詞 A$AP Rocky French Montana
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- Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin
Stand for somethin
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth
Get through
Right
Just faith, just keep the truth
Fight the blues
Fight the blues
Brotha man
Young man
Let me tell you somethin
Young man
Brotha man, brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin
Stand for somethin
Thats what the Paul told me
It was great to pull em like they know me but
Id rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
Id rather talk about naked hoes and the
Say I be lookin bitches watchin hoes
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin come back
Come back
Come back
Babe
Come back
Come back (come back)
Come back ( come back)
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin, leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 sellin china white
Cops stoppin if you opposite o white
Pop pop like you opposite o right
Take heat lil nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the waters flat like acid pre-Onika
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
Thats why I got a beam with a green light too
I dont even make a scene, I just swing right through
Im just bangin on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit
Brotha man
Young man
Let me tell you somethin
Young man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin
Stand for somethin
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth
Get through
Right
Just faith, just keep the truth
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin come back
Come back
Come back
Babe
Come back
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Youre a cornstar
All you fuck is corn, parched
You fall apart
Frenchie faux pas
Cause you
Aint gotta know pa
The dealer got catches
Like an outfielder
Are you are you are you
Gods view from towers
Lookin down, like Im Donald Trump
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