Brothers In Grime Lyrics – Pro Dillinger & Machacha
Singer: Pro Dillinger & Machacha
Title: Brothers In Grime
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I said i’m too offical, pray to these guns, with my b#tch prayin’ with crystals
Ain’t no rap, it get foul and i bet you i blow the whistle
n#gg#s takin’ shots, ain’t even opps
We throwin’ missles, i could put you in a box
But your block won’t even miss you
She know that i ain’t sh#t, f#ck that b#tch and take my nikes off
Ain’t no takin’ pics, i spite the night and take the sheisty off
Grow up takin’ risks, ain’t ’bout the paper, bigger price envolved
Early mornin’, nights was long, shootin’ sh#t just like lebron
Ordinet, cousi blew trial, he still ain’t called yet
Still get the work from my migo, price never off set
She know what i want, when i call her i come for all neck
See you n#gg#s frontin’ like killers, but duckin’ all rec
I never could, ain’t gotta fake it, boy, i’m forever good
n#gg# bit, i showed the others why they never should
Leader by example, weak is getting trampled
Dirty pistol on the mantle, be slammed by the candle, what’s up?
Money on the phone for my lil’ n#gg#
You ain’t top gun, you stressin’ over lil’ figures
All i do is f#ck hoes and rock hilfiger
Said all i do is pop rosé and smoke cals, n#gg#
Grown man, i ain’t gon’ call no n#gg# big homie
Still smokin’ sh#t, you know i keep the cig’ on me (uh)
All i do is clean whips, and dirty guns (yeah)
Everything is blue, the thirtys and the ones
Money on the phone for my lil’ phone (lil’ n#gg#)
He caught another case selling pills, n#gg#
I make music for the scummys and the real n#gg#s
Playin’ time muddle in my cleats, i’m in the field
n#gg# know the play, let me quarterback and i’ma throw the fade
Playin’ foul, holy, dirty guns, i love my throw-aways
Ridin’ darts, body breakin’ down, i got shoulder pace
Tryna sleep, havin’ nightmares, they don’t go away (uh)
Grown man, i don’t call nobody big homie (nah)
Big wrist, doing big business with a stick on me
Pretty b#tches give me big kisses, lipstick on me
Got the glow, got a lot of love and got a grip on me (got it on me, n#gg#)
I got it poppin’, now the dollars makin’ sense (yeah)
But i’m in rocklin now and i been takin’ hits (takin’ hits)
I got to stop it now, ’cause i been takin’ risks
Takin’ pics, signin’ autographs, n#gg#s pray for this (pro)
Money on the phone for my lil’ n#gg#
You ain’t top gun, you stressin’ over lil’ figures
All i do is f#ck hoes and rock hilfiger
Said all i do is pop rosé and smoke cals, n#gg#
Grown man, i ain’t gon’ call no n#gg# big homie
Still smokin’ sh#t, you know i keep the cig’ on me
All i do is clean whips, and dirty guns
Everything is blue, the thirtys and the ones
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