Testo Brother Zone - Trap Dickey
Testo della canzone Brother Zone (Trap Dickey), tratta dall'album Trap or Die
Jump shot Dwayne Wade I'm never losing with the heat
Only family throwing shade C fake tears when they bury me
Blue dickies suits to carry me
Lincoln Ave up on my casket
Hope my peoples cherish me
Wonder if I die today will that shidd put my brothers on
Before I fucc the game up, momma told me put my rubber on
And I'm on that gangsta shidd so please don't ask me what I'm on
Yeah I'm still cross tracks on Lincoln wit this LA fitted on
Call my baby momma told lil deuce you kno I'm coming home
I be lying sometimes
Like I got a life sentence I get better wit time
I put it all up in the studio
We had to go to court for shooting like we didn't see the goal
You know I love you dats forever with you right or wrong
I told y'all things was gone get better when I was writing home
They call me crazy I was in the hood when the beef pop
I tried to give em street credit but we don't get alone
These nighas really hoes
Codeine fuccin up my liver
Holo tips all in my pistols
Really love her so I kissed her
Plus I brought her round the killas
I can't lie I kno I miss her
She was playing hard for me
Police pull me over wit her
Tried to take the charge for me
Yeah I know she proud of me
Dick ha down I got her running but she don't get tired of me
In the bed and under cover only time she lie to me
Last nigha broke her heart I was right there you cried to me
This a different side of me
Told my brother dee dee died strap and that shidd bother me
I'm gone turn a opp into a pack and that's on my beliefs
Man I own the block I roll the dice just like monopoly
Never play wit no nigha I ain't no fruit cake
These nighas sweet
Kicking shidd no soccer team
New Rolex cuz they watching Me
These nighas 12 they copy me
This ice on me no hockey team
Trappin so damn hard I done foul out Patrick Beverly
Hunnit years on the plate I won't tell
Bury me A G
Jump shot Dwayne Wade I'm never losing with the heat
Only family throwing shade C fake tears when they bury me
Blue dickies suits to carry me
Lincoln Ave up on my casket
Hope my peoples cherish me
Wonder if I die today will that shidd put my brothers on
Before I fucc the game up, momma told me put my rubber on
And I'm on that gangsta shidd so please don't ask me what I'm on
Yeah I'm still cross tracks on Lincoln wit this LA fitted on
Call my baby momma told lil deuce you kno I'm coming home
I be lying sometimes
Like I got a life sentence I get better wit time
I put it all up in the studio
We had to go to court for shooting like we didn't see the goal
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Writer(s): Travis Dickey
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