Lil Brother Chris Brown (Ft. Tee Grizzley)
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[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case
Had to, he ain't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with twenty, told him, "Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off
This right here that mob talk
Burn in hell, bye, dawg
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
.30 clip, that's a dick, you get fucked with it
Throw away after you use it, swimmin' with the fishes (Ah)
Don't tell yo' bidness, go on missions and don't leave no witness (No)
All these bitches turn to snitches, coppers come and getcha (Ooh)
Boy, them bullets hot, shoot you on the drop, you and your thot
Smokin' dreadlocks, headshot got that red dot
A million for my watch, say you got it? Bitch, I think not
Hop up at your spot, all these goons, don't get scared now
Fuck about a opp, bitch, I'm everywhere
If them niggas get to shootin', you gon' run and tell
I'ma catch a body 'fore a nigga get mine
Just because you pussy, watch a nigga get time
We all know that you the type to really switch sides
Learnings from my youth, grind, gotta get mine
He did anything just to get on
But I'ma tell his mama, "He ain't comin' home"
Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case
Had to, he ain't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with twenty, told him, "Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off
This right here that mob talk
Burn in hell, bye, dawg
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
.30 clip, that's a dick, you get fucked with it
Throw away after you use it, swimmin' with the fishes (Ah)
Don't tell yo' bidness, go on missions and don't leave no witness (No)
All these bitches turn to snitches, coppers come and getcha (Ooh)
Boy, them bullets hot, shoot you on the drop, you and your thot
Smokin' dreadlocks, headshot got that red dot
A million for my watch, say you got it? Bitch, I think not
Hop up at your spot, all these goons, don't get scared now
Fuck about a opp, bitch, I'm everywhere
If them niggas get to shootin', you gon' run and tell
I'ma catch a body 'fore a nigga get mine
Just because you pussy, watch a nigga get time
We all know that you the type to really switch sides
Learnings from my youth, grind, gotta get mine
He did anything just to get on
But I'ma tell his mama, "He ain't comin' home"
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