Brolic
Abstract Media
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Yeah I can’t rid these vices on my own (Woo!) I bet not catch yo’ ass at none of my shows I walk in this bitch with all of my bro’s, uh Me and my bro’s Me and my Flood the scene 3000 Degrees, yeah Outkast when i drop these BOB’s Yeah SOB’s Don’t forget to breathe AMG Microphone fiends, yeah Aye I can’t rid these vices on my own (Ay, ay, ayy) I bet not catch yo’ ass at none of my shows I can’t I can’t I can’t get these women outta my home But i can’t slow dance with the devil to another rap song Gotta watch for the vultures They all in my phone Wake em up like foldgers Bitch—bitch leave me alone I done Been here before I done seen friends be foe I done seen shit unfold Like the plans we wrote Nigga this set in stone I can’t rid these vices on my own I bet not catch yo’ ass at none of my shows I walk in this bitch with all of my bro’s huh Me and my bro’s Me and my Boy you wildin’, thought that you was solid uh Real G’s, we movin’ in silence huh Check my pockets, i got new deposits uh Going Brolic, boy we going Yeah! (Royal! Royal!) Ayy Boy that check come in, yours moving slow That rapper dough, that shit come rápido Shorty wrapped around my finger Yeah, i know But if i don’t blow, then that’s when her true colors show Gotta stay in my lane mane Gotta maintain (Gotta maintain) Can’t make her my main thang no (No!) Gotta abstain Engine swerve She know i got it Shorty on go She watching my pockets But she not getting none of these profits, no I got money on mind You got money it’s mine You don’t give, it’s fine You just pay quick fine By Monday they find Yo’ body no mind Oops i mean no spine No i mean no head No arm, chest or legs Off that’s not alleged Yup I can’t rid these vices on my own I bet not Bet not Bet not I bet not catch yo’ ass at none of my shows I walk in this bitch with all of my bro’s, uh Me and my bro’s Me and my Boy you wildin’, thought that you was solid uh Real G’s, we movin’ in silence huh Check my pockets, i got new deposits uh Going Brolic, boy we going Yeah You know right from wrong I know here, I’ve been here before Asking if I’m gone I been right here but I got less to pour Element been here I hold my oath so I got extra Asking if I’m straight that’s on my momma I’m straight Boy you know my pockets been on frank I know that what we make is what you can’t I bet not catch yo ass all in my space You know I’m good cause we been good I can’t lose faith Above my head Above my time The tears I shed Like a real deep cut when I sing my fears I been on ten Know I been here No I can’t fear no more No I can’t hear nothin wrong Look at these plans we wrote Nigga it’s set in stone I can’t rid these vices on my own (On my own) I bet not catch yo’ ass at none of my shows (None of my shows) I walk in this bitch with all of my bro’s, uh (All of em) Me and my bro’s Me and my Boy you wildin’, thought that you was solid uh Real G’s, we movin’ in silence huh Check my pockets, i got new deposits uh Going Brolic, boy we going Brolic (Yeah)
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Written by: Davontee' Gardner, DeVon Parmer, Nahree Wages, Tobias Bruer
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