Testo Brorilla - Big Yavo feat. TopOppGen
Testo della canzone Brorilla (Big Yavo feat. TopOppGen), tratta dall'album Like Yay 2
Even though I live my life for the love
Doesn't mean I don't have time for you
Plenty I tried almost came close
But none of them compare to you
So I'ma spend my life more than one night
Promise if I could, I would
But I'm just sayin'
Pull up on my partners, first drive
(GloRilla)
Ay, baby don't want love, she just want cash money (on the run)
My partner fucked up on them pills, he got a bad tummy (my lil' nigga)
I'm drivin' all these fancy cars just like a crash dummy (skrrt)
My brother asked for 50 and he got it
It was my last hunnid (it was my last)
One of the realest left, I don't think it get no realer (it don't)
I gave my sis' 25 hunnid, still bump GloRilla (I do)
You gotta go get shit yourself, can't wait up on no nigga (I can't)
My brother had them bags, ain't throw me nothing
So I kinda feel him (I do)
But then again, shit, I don't (I don't)
They ain't help me when I needed it
You think I care 'bout what they want? (They don't)
Nigga call like he checkin' up
You need some pape', get off my phone (pussy)
They don't say nothin' when they say somethin'
But when I say somethin', then I'm wrong (damn)
That's crazy
My brother done smacked a foolie on the .23
He tried to make a nigga fold (he just tried)
Mama still call my phone like I'm her baby
But I'm gettin' old (but I'm gettin' old)
You can say whatever you want
Just don't call me broke (call that girl)
Oh no, I love her for sure (for sure)
My love deeper than Fort Shore
I love that I'm out lookin' for pills
Can't find 'em, call Big Glo (Big Glo)
They be wonderin' about my pain, I guess they'll never know
Ain't got a lot of time in the world
I'll see you, baby, then I gotta go
I was sneakin' out to get high
Tear down my face as I walk out the door
Baby, don't want me 'cause I'm rich
She ain't cute as hell, she ain't my bitch
I hit a model ho, after that, she keep tryna throw up C
Yeah, I know I'm fucked up, might wake up, eat Perkys with my grits
I could tell you what you doin' wrong, you still wouldn't change shit
They wanna bust my dome (huh?)
I'm the top opp, so I'm ridin' with this gin (brr)
From time to time, I be alone, I be like, "Fuck my friends" (fuck 'em)
Pull up to the trap, knock twice, and I'ma let you in
My cousin stole from me, am I wrong for wanna smoke my kin?
Hell no, nigga, where my dividends?
I can't see none of that hatin' shit through these Cartier lenses
I'm gettin' money on every - that fucked me up, that's my revenge
Me and my twin ride 'round in the back
But it don't mean nothin', still sad as shit
I walk 'round lookin' like a lick
Ay, baby don't want love, she just want cash money (on the run)
My partner fucked up on them pills, he got a bad tummy (my lil' nigga)
I'm drivin' all these fancy cars just like a crash dummy (skrrt)
My brother asked for 50 and he got it
It was my last hunnid (it was my last)
Baby, don't want love, she just want cash money (on the run)
My partner fucked up on them pills, he got a bad tummy (my lil' nigga)
I'm drivin' all these fancy cars just like a crash dummy (skrrt)
My brother asked for 50 and he got it
It was my last hunnid (it was my last)
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Writer(s): Yaven Mauldin, Genesis Kaliel Roland
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