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Proph - Lose It şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Proph

albüm: Lost In Translation


Brodi finna find excuses
Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it
Brodi - brodi
Brodi finna find excuses
'Cuses
Ride - ride - ride
See my - lose it, lose it
Brodi finna find excuses
Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it
Brodi - brodi
Brodi finna find excuses
'Cuses
Ride - ride - ride
See my - lose it, lose it
Get down
Get low
Blacked out
Dress code
45 rounds
Best know
One sound coming through ur headphones everybody
Get down
Get low
Blacked out
Dress code
45 rounds
Best know
Baby
You ain't too young to get smoked
Baby
Sweet boy hanging with the street boys
If I'm too far gone Blamed it on my Surroundings
Likely that it's unlike me
Roll up with less than a 8ball inna di calvins
I ain't even out banging my darg
Everybody talk tough
But Ik they ain't about it
Two ways bro going OT One shot Turn a lil mole hill to a mountain
Grease
Dun 'em up neat
What we don't hear ain't never unseen
That Coke still float like mohamed ali
Cah my Bro bro get it from another country
Every year
Drug deals Sumer
One step run up
Then MJ man change colour
Wouldn't wanna be my man
Tech fleece stretched free if you see my man
Everybody Get down
Get low
Blacked out
Dress code
45 rounds
Best know
One sound coming through ur headphones everybody
Get down
Get low
Blacked out
Dress code
45 rounds
Best know
Baby
You ain't too young to get smoked
Baby
Brodi finna find excuses
Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it
Brodi - brodi
Brodi finna find excuses
'Cuses
Ride - ride - ride
See my - lose it, lose it
Brodi finna find excuses
Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it
Brodi - brodi
Brodi finna find excuses
'Cuses
Ride - ride - ride
See my - lose it, lose it
I grew up in a place Where man blaze n popcorn
Till they get hit then twist n turn like popcaan
Niggas fly birds from the junction
See em try slump one
Oh what a bum bum
I told karma
We can Cha cha
Cah bro bro got a strap by the car park
You Warn take it darker? We can start off
The family got more ties than Obama
Wheels Reving we keep winning that's Sod's law
Still smelling like teen spirit and Tom Ford
Crack rocks in black socks you want more?
Abs gone they clap shots that's encore
You Warn peace? don't bother
Cuz still doing ride outs in a OLA
Wouldn't wanna be my man tech fleece stretched free if you see my man
Everybody Get down
Get low
Blacked out
Dress code
45 rounds
Best know
One sound coming through ur headphones
Everybody
Get down
Get low
Blacked out
Dress code
45 rounds
Best know
Baby
You ain't too young to get smoked
Baby
Brodi finna find excuses
Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it
Brodi - brodi
Brodi finna find excuses
'Cuses
Ride - ride - ride
See my - lose it, lose it
Brodi finna find excuses
Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it
Brodi - brodi
Brodi finna find excuses
'Cuses
Ride - ride - ride
See my - lose it, lose it
Wha di bomboclaat you know 'bout badness? I guess you'll never know
We turn your life inna madness Cah yuh gwarn like your clever bro
You live by the gun die by it
Mi got my own don't try it
Hold on
Yo Proph, why you so quiet?
Lord forgive me for my sins if
I told you I was on the brink would you turn me to a murderer?
Gotta pray on the trip baby there ain't no saints in the whip
Just tuggas and murderers

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